The 1980s was an era – no, the era – of testosterone-charged action films. Die Hard, Rambo, Lethal Weapons, Commando, The Terminator… But there was one film during this decade that flipped this on its head. That is, Predator.
Usually, Nightwish has weak first-singles (by ‘first-singles’ I mean the first single released for an album). Usually, they are the safest and widest-appealing song of the album, hence why they are the first. I’m looking particularly at you, Elan and Storytime…
With any and every movie one sees, they need to know the answer to the most important question: What is the point? It’s the question whose answer decides whether or not one will find it interesting, engaging, and/or memorable. For a film as controversial and successful as Joker, the point of the film seems to matter beyond the film itself. There were ‘news reports’ of potential shooters at showings, and there were antagonistic blog articles by people who hadn’t even seen the film saying it is, in essence, the ultimate incel movie – something something white men, something something mass shooters. I am not going to bother addressing the hysteria surrounding this film prior to and during its release, because simply seeing Joker is enough to know these hysterical activists never knew what they were talking about.
I loved this movie as a child, mostly because it had dinosaur attacks in it. I recently re-watched it, as an adult, obviously, and my reception to the movie has actually improved. This movie is often discredited as a legitimate sequel to the original Jurassic Park, when, in my opinion, the two should be universally considered on par. (pun intended)