Because I can't get statistics from a handwritten journal
An extremely pre-9/11 relic, almost laughably preemptive in its arrogance for the military and citizens to overcome, and probably could not be more ideologically disparate from its originator. I think the last time I watched this was on VHS on a 15' CRT when I was 6 years old, sitting under the computer desk my dad was working at in the back of the Rozelle Fruit Barn. A big "those were the days" feel.
I don’t think this works despite its many attempts to convince you something great is happening. I’ll have deeper plot thoughts when I revisit this soon, but for now I’ll say this: no major motion picture from an auteur should have a technical aspect as completely fucked as the sound mix is in literally every post-Begins Nolan flick. It is honestly embarrassing to see a career filmmaker sacrifice a huge aspect of the film going experience and then harp on…
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
Saw Ethan Hawke on Colbert the other night say that "great movies start when you leave the theatre", a quote that I think applies perfectly to Climax. A film described by someone I spoke to afterwards as "more interesting to think about than to watch", Climax has barely left my thoughts for more than a few hours since I saw it last Thursday night.
Opening the film with the "glitch", playing out the last 20 seconds of the film and…