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Cake day: May 30th, 2024

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  • I appreciate your candour and time given to the response. The (superior) alternatives in respect to the given objectives were given as these were also concerns shared by me and at the time of my personal search they were the top contenders. Napster I recall eliminating early due to bountiful issues and subpar features, however I admit their state in 2025 is unknown to me.

    At day’s end, the goal of the ideal is never summited by the well-worn path of least resistance. Our thoughts whisper “at least it’s better than XYZ” so that our conscience, though we know it a lie, is lightened. But I’m blathering on the piracy Lemmy so I can be ignored.




  • Into the Wild (2007)
    McCandless’ pilgrimage etched in our collective consciousness transcends biopic into secular psalm. Every frame a cathedral to the wild, every dialogue, every seeking glance a cracked mirror as we witness fierce idealism’s wildfire clashing with majestic nature’s granite indifference. We know his fate, yet it still stirs the soul, a burning rebuke to half-lived lives. When he writes ‘happiness [is] only real when shared,’ the meaning he sought crystallizes in our tears. A heart-excavating hymn to those who’d rather starve free than feast caged.

    The Naked Gun (2025)
    A retired slapstick criminal case revived for the algorithm age marked with faithful invisible fingerprints of its forebear. Neeson’s deadpan delivery cracks into comedic gold, pratfalling through a script that weaponizes ridiculous vaudeville without crutching on soon-dated memes. Firing at full auto, its barrage of gags occasionally pierces deeper than a rubber bullet. If worried it’s another desperate Hollywood reboot, the forensic lights illuminates there exists real gold.

    F1 (2025)
    An assembly-line blockbuster of racing tropes. Grizzled mentor with roguish charm? Check. Rookie hotshot’s hubris? Check. Career woman proving worth? Double check. Every narrative turn clicks into place like a preset gearshift, yet its RPM never redlines but hums along autopilot. Still, two and a half hours vaporize like ethanol mist, flaws blurring into asphalt streaks. Don’t glance at the empty formula, but enjoy the smooth high-octane ride.

    Superman (2025)
    It’s a bird! It’s a plane! It’s Superman coming to reboot the DC(E)U! And what better saviour to choose than Krypton’s last son. Trademark Gunn’s heroics encased in MCU blueprints leads to a competent, colourful, and crushingly safe film. Guardians’ charm is Bizzaro-ly cloned resulting in more brawn than brain, enough to be a stabilizing bandage for a flailing franchise. Leaping but never soaring, paving way for a brighter tomorrow.

    After the Dark (2013)
    Nuclear thought-experiment of sophistry detonates in a pedagogical vacuum. Characters exists as hollow pawns devoid of care or will, logic bleeds out like radiation poisoning, and its final lesson betrays reason for sentiment, irradiating its own premise. Who is this made for? Too arid for young-adult audiences and too jejune for adults. A cerebral stillbirth in a bunker of bad faith.


    I will again suggest pinning the weekly thread as it was done in the past. If not for the entire week, perhaps the first few days until weekend’s arrival.



  • I read that the sequel to TMFE is to be missed and as I was deeply dismayed by the end revelation, it would require a commendation from you or others to place it onto the watchlist.

    That’s perfectly reasonable as it was similar to my initial reaction as well. Upon further contemplation, the fever dream that is ‘Waking Life’ isn’t only about asking the questions - of which I readily admit some struck me as prosaic - but works as an excellent introduction to the majority of people who go through life like one of Heraclitus’ sleepers. In addition, it faithfully renders the disjointed experiences of a psychedelic experience.

    Perhaps your rewatch will be enjoyed more than mine due insight into the time or nostalgia.
    Hey! Quit naming movies already on my watchlist so I’m tempted to push it up the queue.

    I’ll be honest, Take That’s latter albums are much more my era (to which I also prefer), as a result, I came into this mostly blind. If you do watch it and leave a review, feel welcome to tag me so that I am apprised!



  • Waking Life (2001)
    An oneiric odyssey where rotoscoped reality liquefies into liminal instances. Dialogues cascade like Schrödinger’s thought bubbles, questions unanswered and compounding in synaptic fireworks. To experience this symposium of the soul is to drift between Wittgenstein and wonder. Less a film to watch, than a cinematic defibrillator for lifelong dormant minds.

    The Man from Earth (2007)
    A peripatetic thought experiment emerges when an extraordinary claim ignites intellectual spelunking within one cabin room. The claustrophobic setting both vanishes the budget constraints and intensifies the hypnotic existential sparring, alas the professors parries with pedestrian questions as if undergrads. Still, the verbal wildfire proves gripping until the ending indurates ambiguity into tragic literalism. Proof that ideas, not effects, ignites cinema’s campfire.

    Better Man (2024)
    “They say your life freezes at the age you become famous. So I am fifteen. I’m stunted. I’m unevolved.”
    This confession elevates docudrama blueprints into tragic self-portraiture. Fame’s arrested development isn’t just explored; it’s autopsied with candour, exposing addiction and atrophied maturity with startling vulnerability avoiding redemption porn. Songs reverb organically from narrative score, harmonizing with every scene in perfect rhythm. Piece by Piece’s CGI gimmick crumbles as a futile distraction; here, it’s the thesis.

    The Fantastic Four: First Steps (2025)
    Atomic-age chic and family-first ethos inject momentary vitality into Marvel’s creative decay. A vibrant, flawed retro-comic panel where the margins outshine the central splash page as it stumbles from trite comic-villain sins1 and subplots disintegrate like unstable molecules. Marvel’s first family remain hopeful with wobbly first steps.
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    All the more egregious as it’s Galactus and Silver Surfer.

    Prince of Darkness (1987)
    Quantum babble meets apocalyptic theology. Cinema’s longest opening credits putting Spaceballs’ to shame sets the tone of things to come: “competent” grad students sprint headlong into horror stupidity, science transmogrifies to séance, and eldritch horror reduced to ectoplasm. Carpenter’s surprising synth-drenched atmosphere salvages our ears. No Thing, but its campy bastard sibling.