Okay, just returned from a matinee showing of Sucker Punch. And, honestly...
... Epsilon, why do you hate fun?
I'll grant that it was an assault on the senses, but I would argue that it was deliberately and constructively so. You seem to have missed the entire *point* behind *why* there are rocket train tracks and steampunk Nazi's, and while there's definitely an element of fanservice to the 'why', it's not the entire reason. It can be summed up in one simple word: Escapism.
I feel like I'm trying to explain color to a blind man, however, so I'll leave off there.
At the core, this movie has a strong message it wants to deliver, one that is very, very clear. And Snyder delivers that message emphatically and without any hint of subtlety. It is delivered with all the grace and decorum of a hurled discus... and this is quite obviously a deliberate design choice. The movie is meant to be fun, sure -- but it's also got a deeply serious undercurrent. You can focus if you like on the fact that the discus just blew through your windshield at 90mph, bounced off your forehead, described a loop in the air, and landed on your nuts... or you can admire the fact that that was done on purpose by a professional, with loving craftsmanship and from the back of a moving car going 90mph the other direction as he flashed past you, and that it didn't hurt at all
The movie is just about that over-the-top, and it works.
You'll either love it or hate it; there won't be any middle ground on this one. But it's worth seeing regardless, and it's been a long while since I saw a movie deliver on a topic so serious without taking itself seriously in the least. This is not pretentious art-house foo-foo filmmaking, nor is it brain-dead popcorn fare. I think, however, that in the long run it's going to be regarded as a failure, and that's sad.
--sofaspud
--"Listening to your kid is the audio equivalent of a Salvador Dali painting, Spud." --OpMegs
... Epsilon, why do you hate fun?
I'll grant that it was an assault on the senses, but I would argue that it was deliberately and constructively so. You seem to have missed the entire *point* behind *why* there are rocket train tracks and steampunk Nazi's, and while there's definitely an element of fanservice to the 'why', it's not the entire reason. It can be summed up in one simple word: Escapism.
I feel like I'm trying to explain color to a blind man, however, so I'll leave off there.
At the core, this movie has a strong message it wants to deliver, one that is very, very clear. And Snyder delivers that message emphatically and without any hint of subtlety. It is delivered with all the grace and decorum of a hurled discus... and this is quite obviously a deliberate design choice. The movie is meant to be fun, sure -- but it's also got a deeply serious undercurrent. You can focus if you like on the fact that the discus just blew through your windshield at 90mph, bounced off your forehead, described a loop in the air, and landed on your nuts... or you can admire the fact that that was done on purpose by a professional, with loving craftsmanship and from the back of a moving car going 90mph the other direction as he flashed past you, and that it didn't hurt at all
The movie is just about that over-the-top, and it works.
You'll either love it or hate it; there won't be any middle ground on this one. But it's worth seeing regardless, and it's been a long while since I saw a movie deliver on a topic so serious without taking itself seriously in the least. This is not pretentious art-house foo-foo filmmaking, nor is it brain-dead popcorn fare. I think, however, that in the long run it's going to be regarded as a failure, and that's sad.
--sofaspud
--"Listening to your kid is the audio equivalent of a Salvador Dali painting, Spud." --OpMegs