Brief Consideration: Wonder Woman (2017)

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Like its titular character, Wonder Woman is a bright, graceful and sweepingly optimistic picture. Ostensibly functioning as a prequel to Batman V Superman: Dawn of Justice; the film charts the journey of the young Amazonian Princess Diana, (an effervescent and tenacious Gal Godot) who ventures into man’s world in the midst of The First World War.

Unlike many of its comic book movie brethren, the film effortlessly engages as a stirring genre picture that happens to feature a superpowered being. In its most powerful moments, Wonder Woman is an unflinching war film that depicts the sheer blackening and nihilistic feelings of The Great War.

At the same time, the movie wonderfully illustrates the enduring appeal of DC Comics. The longstanding comic company has prided itself on being a current generational medium for modern myth. The film earnestly commits to the mythological origins of Diana and uses it as a platform to illustrate the character’s budding goodness.

In fact, the picture is at its best when the mythological weight walks hand in hand with the emotional heft of its central wartime setting. Diana believes that the Greek God of War, Ares is the mastermind of the four-year conflict and that by stopping him, she will end the war. The prickling of this idea and subsequent final showdown serve to shape Diana’s view of humankind.

Despite the war, illustrating the abhorrent acts that we are capable of, it also showcases our capacity for self-sacrifice and courage. Diana acknowledges that every single human being carries both of these elements within themselves and concludes that true heroism arises out of letting the individual choose their path in life.

Like many of the tall tales that are internalised during youth, Wonder Woman allows us to examine ourselves in a heightened state and witness how our seemingly small and inconsequential choices take on a new-found grandeur.

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Review: mother! (2017)

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Darren Aronofsky makes films that emotionally and thematically aim for the rafters; however, his recent film- Mother, endeavours for the stratosphere and beyond. The picture is a potently off-kilter Gothic infused Ibsen chamber piece about the battle between the ego and nurture, which is remarkably filtered through the prism of the creative process and creation.

Javier Bardem and Jennifer Lawrence play nameless characters but can be appropriately referred to as “The Poet” and “The Muse” respectively. They are a couple in the midst of the doldrums of domesticity and artistic woe; as the pair grapples with renovating their recently burnt down house and the prospect of crippling writer’s block. Their seemingly quiet existence is disrupted by the arrival of two strangers whose intrusion are a prelude to a series of erratic events.

Bardem’s seductive European charm is subverted here in favour of something far more primal and unnerving as the character exists on a monumental pedestal of adoration. His moments of unbridled rage and quiet intensity walk hand in hand in creating a portrait of a man who never feels quite right. Whereas, Jennifer Lawrence’s performance impresses in its subdued power, due to the young actress convincingly imbuing the character’s alienation, loneliness, and brittleness with breathtaking believability and power.

In fact, through extensive uses of handheld shots, Aronofsky frames “The Muse” like a fragile and precious porcelain doll. At once, Lawrence’s character is an embodiment of inspiration and maternity. Her fierce protection of home and domestic existence palpably resonates with a universality that transcends metaphorical subtext.

Aronofsky’s films have always had one foot in theological exploration: whether it was his last movie, Noah that took the long-standing Biblical epic to deliver intimate and haunting deliberations on humankind. Or his audacious 2006 film- The Fountain, in which the American auteur melded pivotal Biblical stories and themes to illustrate man’s eternal preoccupation with love and mortality.

The fundamental issue with Mother is that Aronofsky tries too hard to meld Biblical themes with the central contentions of the narrative. As conceived, the film is an exploration of the pursuit of the artistic life for the sole purpose of nourishing ego and self-worth. At the same time, the conflict of ego and nurture vividly reveals the tension of man and woman’s mark upon the world. Because Bardem’s character can’t take credit for producing life, he must create works of art that imprint a lasting meaning for people. Whereas, Lawrence’s character instead wants a simple life where she can take care of her home, husband and eventual children. The tension of this central clash lends the film with a ubiquitous emotional truth.

However, the ending of the picture undermines this central idea to frustrating and inane effect. Not only is it the storytelling equivalent of the rugged being pulled out from under you, but it also feels like Aronofsky is trying to have his Biblical cake and eat it too, as it seeks to put the story in a perpetual one-note metaphorical bubble. This is a shame as there are many instances when Mother is the most engaging and soul-bearing experience that the cinema has provided all year.

There is a scene where Bardem’s Poet character is admiring a beautifully lavish crystal object. Featuring the complete absence of a musical score, along with the use of natural lighting and strikingly foreboding set design, Mother is directed with the meticulous construction of the sumptuous object that Bardem’s character treasures. It’s too bad that Aronofsky seems determined to let his film smash into tiny bits of incomprehensibility as opposed to lovingly preserve its spirited boldness.

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Brief Consideration: Under the Shadow (2016)

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In his feature film debut, writer/director Babak Anvari demonstrates an acute awareness of the underlying horror of day to day anxieties. Set in the middle period of the Iran-Iraq War, when Iraq systematically targeted major cities of the neighbouring county through aerial warfare: (War of the Cities), Under the Shadow depicts the struggling survival of a disgruntled mother Shideh (Narges Rashidi) and her young daughter Dorsa (Avin Manshadi) in the midst of a missile strike directed at Tiran.

A scene where Shideh is in bed and the camera is tilted to show her parallel with a wardrobe and the shadow of a taped up window encapsulates the picture’s sly slanting of horror movie conventions: namely the emergence of the supernatural elements of the story.

Throughout the film, there are frequent references to the legend of the Djinn. According to a story, “The winds refer to mysterious, ethereal and magical forces. Where there is fear and anxiety, the winds blow.” Consequently, the movie has this tantalising ambiguity where each strange occurrence could be the result of the brewing war-torn tension or something genuinely sinister.

One plot point has an ageing neighbour who dies in the aftermath of a missile coming through the ceiling of his house. The death could be interpreted as a heart attack or something much more malevolent. As a character says part way through the film- “People can convince themselves anything’s real if they want to.”

Ultimately, Anvari has crafted an engrossing chamber piece of interpersonal strife that touches on the fear of parent and child resentment; while also representing the overarching uneasiness of the central wartime conflict, which engulfs the narrative like an inevitable and unruly purging fire. Under the Shadow is a masterful exercise in minimal film-making and pertinent storytelling whose timely cultural edge lend it with a potent horrific power.

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Review: Blade Runner 2049 (2017)

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Blade Runner 2049 opens with a close-up of an eye with an immediate follow-up image of someone looking up at a large silver coloured circular structure. Much like the opening shots of the original film, which illustrated the desire and sights of its central Replicant character (Bioengineered androids with identical qualities of a human being except for superior strength, agility, and an infinite lifespan), 2049 functions in the same way.

While Roy Batty (Rutger Hauer) coveted more life with a fiery and poetic passion; K (Ryan Gosling) guilelessly gazes upwards like a small child looking up at the stars, wondering if there is more to their place in the world. The universality of this existential longing is at the heart of 2049.

Officer K is a Blade Runner (specially assigned cops that hunt and retire (kill) Replicants) who finds himself embroiled in a case that involves him questioning his own identity as his implanted memories could be real because he may be the long-lost son of Rick Deckard (Harrison Ford) and Rachael (Sean Young). The implications of such a miraculous event would mean that Replicants can reproduce.

Gosling’s assured silent and stoic performance impresses because it has a quality of touching youthful woundedness and loss. Throughout the film, there is a flashback to a painful memory from K’s childhood where he is running from a group of bullies who are trying to steal his inscribed wooden horse. In recollecting this occurrence, Gosling’s subtle facial expressions make him seem like he is morphing into that browbeaten boy.

In many regards, the sequel to Ridley Scott’s 1982 film resonates with the hermetically sealed innocence of a snow globe. In stark contrast to Scott’s picture, where perpetually downcast weather plagued Los Angeles, the city of Angels is now inundated with snow and looks closer to Soviet Russia as opposed to Japan.

Director Denis Villeneuve in collaboration with cinematographer Roger Deakins builds upon the canvas of Scott’s film with some stunning imagery. In particular, the smoggy brown and barren orange remains of Las Vagas impresses in subverting usual post-apocalyptic imagery.

At the same time, the picture has some fascinating examples of lighting. Niander Wallace’s (a terrifyingly serene Jared Leto) corporate headquarters has this wavy and refracted golden light that reflects off the wall. In a pivotal scene between Wallace and Deckard, the flourish accentuates the android tycoon as he comes across like Hades from Greek Mythology, presiding over the dead and holding the former Blade Runner in judgement.

If the original was a ghostly excavation of humanity that asked whether Androids have souls, then the thirty-five year follow up grapples with the purpose of life itself. Is it better to live a life with the knowledge of being the first of your kind and in turn a revolutionary figure for an entire race? Or is it better to aide an effort that is greater than yourself?

As a character says in the first half of the picture- “We’re all just looking for something real.” K may not have been the person he thought he was, but he at least got to look up at the stars and be responsible for the alignment of a few of them.

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Review: Blade Runner (1982)

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Blade Runner is a haunting film that gracefully submerges any sense of genre convention in favour of something far more evocative. The primary genre at play is Film Noir, and the movie wields the frequent cinematic touches of the “dark film” to fascinating effect.

In the context of a cross-examination scene, a character uses the archetypal Femme Fatale persona as a tough front to exude acute awareness. The rest of the picture serves to illustrate the unravelling of this atypical type, as Racheal (a fascinatingly solemn and vulnerable Sean Young) wrestles with existential angst and purpose.

A recurring image in the film is a pervasive and probing beam of light that illuminates the rancid and abandoned remains of an apartment complex (The Bradbury Building). At once it points to the feverish paranoia of the author (Philip K Dick) of the source material (Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?), whose work featured continual instances of crass commercialism and authoritarianism.

More particularly, the noir lighting flourish is reminiscent of an exploratory beam that is searching the remains of a centuries-old sunken ship. The real power of Blade Runner is in its ghostly excavation of humanity.

Director Ridley Scott conceives of LA in 2019 as a blighted, overpopulated and rain-soaked city that feels like a purgatory where one is downtrodden even within the confines of mundanity. A frequently advertised blimp emphasis “a chance to begin again” on one of the off-world colonies.

In this way, the persistent message typifies humanity at its most progressive insofar as expanding beyond the parameters of our Earthbound existence. Though, this comes at the cost of many of our species, particularly the sickly who are left behind to live in a cesspool.

Philosophically, the film grapples with the question of the soul. Is a being whose memories are implanted susceptible to control? Or is there an inner spark or essence that propels the being in question. By the film’s admission, a desire for life and empathy are the essential qualities that define a human being.

In fact, the concept of empathy underpins the entire film. It’s used as a metric of measurement in determining whether someone is a Replicant. (Bioengineered androids with identical qualities of a human being except for superior strength, agility, and a four-year lifespan). Crucially, the concept is the fire that fuels Rick Deckard’s journey (Harrison Ford in compelling silent form)

Deckard is a bounty hunter who is tasked with finding and killing members of a renegade Replicant group called Nexus-6. However, through the course of his investigation, he gains empathy for his hunted prey. In a Gothic-inspired climatic showdown with Roy Batty, (a captivatingly heartfelt and maddening Rutger Hauer) Deckard is saved by the leader of the group and eventually watches him die. Consequently, a profound irony exists within the picture of a Replicant being responsible for Deckard gaining some semblance of his humanity again.

Whether it’s the cool blue colour scheme that permeates the film or the faint sound of a heartbeat during Zora’s death scene: Blade Runner is a science fiction film of strikingly unsettling small details and substantive thematic weight that in its final moment alludes to a fundamental existential dread.

Deckard’s adversarial colleague- Gaff says “It’s too bad she won’t live, but then again, who does?” It does not matter if you’re a Human or Replicant, who can claim to have lived a worthy life? Much like the synthetic beings, he once hunted, Deckard now lives in fear as the elevator doors close on him and Racheal, as they both venture into an uncertain future.

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Personal Tribute: Harry Dean Stanton

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Harry Dean Stanton was an actor of such marvellous raw authenticity and warm presence that to see him in a film was to wrap oneself in a blanket of reassurance. This rare quality was especially evident in his continued collaboration with David Lynch.

In Lynch’s 1990 film Wild At Heart, Stanton plays the morally upstanding private detective- Johnnie Farragut, who is tasked with finding and eventually bringing back the central couple.

Despite having a minimal role, Stanton’s performance in the picture represents a shining paragon of reason and virtue in a tale of passionate and twisted youthful love. Through a combination of natural and minimal gestures, Stanton creates a compelling and empathetic point of view character whose run-in with the sordid and colourful elements of the narrative illustrate its all too dangerous and vicious nature to the audience.

Earlier this year, Stanton reprised his role as Carl Rodd in Twin Peaks: The Return: turning the prickly glimpsed character in Fire Walk With Me to a kindly, ageing neighbourhood leader whose persistent generosity aligned with the enduringly sweet spirit of the show.

Elsewhere, Stanton demonstrated his deft comic timing as Brett in Alien. The character’s repeated single utterance of “right.” made him seem like a human parrot on the surface. However, there are pivotal moments where he appears to grasp and articulate his payment woes. Stanton convincingly portrayed these two aspects with commendable ease and embodied the working class spirit of the picture with sobering clarity.

Stanton’s compelling silent work was on full display in John Carpenter’s 1981 picture- Escape from New York, where he played the memorably named Harold “Brain” Hellman. Even in his cameo appearance in The Avengers (2012), the late actor brought wry dignity and weight.

In many ways, the small appearance encapsulated his appeal as an actor. No matter how sizable the part, Harry Dean Stanton was always impactful and indelible. He was a character actor with clout.

RIP Harry Dean Stanton

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Brief Consideration: Twin Peaks: The Return (Part Seven- 2017)

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Rarely does an episode of television inspire me to pick up my virtual pen; let alone use it to heap praise with absolute rhapsodic merriment about a medium, which I look upon with suspicion and fear. However, Part Seven (There’s a Body All Right) of Twin Peaks: The Return has awoken me from this rigid slumber.

The first third of the new series has been the visual equivalent of David Lynch blowing a belaboured raspberry in the face of the loyal fans and brave newcomers who have dared to enter his domain with innocent presumptions. Between imagery that harkens back to the cinematic surrealist’s first picture Eraserhead and wry commentary on the numbing “going through the motions” nature of modern life; and you have an auteur who has fundamentally slashed the fabric of television structure to deliver his vision.

Part Seven particularly resonates because Lynch sincerely depicts the decaying nature of time. Mysterious, relationships and half-forgotten memories of twenty-five years bubble to surface like a long-standing nightmare that has only begun to make sense.

In particular, Laura Dern’s potently brittle performance as Diane impresses in painting a picture of a woman whose life has been incontrovertibly changed by a certain moment in time. This brief point has lingered like a painful memory that has never stopped hurting, and Dern wonderfully evokes this quality in her performance. Her scene with Mr. C (Agent Dale Cooper’s evil Doppelgänger) is remarkable in creating a sense of inner life for a character we have long heard about but have never seen.

Between breathtaking sweeping shots of enveloping fog moving over the green scenery and an excellent example of deep-staging within the context of a crucial exposition scene and Lynch has once again shown the true meaning of a cinematic television. Twin Peaks has well and truly returned, echoing with a reflective and sombre heart that still has many dangerous secrets hidden within its innocently quaint and quiet small town.

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Initial Impression: It (2017)

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Of late the mainstream money-spinners in the horror genre have been films that are constructed like elaborate and intricate games of peekaboo, jolting the audience into a temporary shocked reaction, which in the end is unfulfilling and tiresome. In the midst of this wave: It is an engrossing and thoroughly unsettling picture that in its two hours and fifteen-minute running time makes the audience believe in the horror movie again. Based on the Stephen King novel of the same name: It depicts the banding together of seven pubescents against an ancient entity who terrorises their town every twenty-seven years.

In its darkest moments, the picture illustrates the thin line that exists between the terrors of the fantastical and mundane. There are many sequences where the characters undergo cruel and sadistic bullying, which is juxtaposed with nightmarish manifestations of the titular character. At the same time, the film is a breezy and carefree adventure that feels like it has the Amblin pictures from yesteryear ingrained within its heart and soul.

This dichotomy is emphasised well in the ascetics as sweeping and sumptuous long shots of Derry, Maine contrasts with shadowy close-ups of Pennywise The Clown, played with a commendable balance of horrifying malevolence and amusing physical springiness by Bill Skarsgård.

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Initial Impression: Twin Peaks: The Return (2017)

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While I still can’t decide whether the season finale of Twin Peaks: The Return was audacious or disappointing, I do think it’s foggy and elusive conclusion burns brightly with a universal truth. Even with the best intentions, grief cannot be extinguished entirely.

Despite Dale Cooper preventing the murder of Laura Palmer at the hands of her father in the guise of Bob: (A supernatural parasite and the Twin Peaks’ manifestation of Freud’s ID) Sarah Palmer’s persistent sorrow is evident and festers like a recurring wound that will never truly heal. A static master shot with sounds of the wailing, mournful mother figure and a subsequent close-up of Sarah stabbing a photo of her daughter, which miraculously never tears powerfully evokes this idea.

If the original two seasons of Twin Peaks were an extension of David Lynch’s theme of the darkness residing within the quaint confines of suburbia; (most vividly illustrated in the director’s 1986 film- Blue Velvet), then The Return draws upon the director’s later work. In particular, the pervading themes and ascetic qualities of the fractured psyche trilogy (Lost Highway, Mulholland Drive, and Inland Empire) underpin the series.

Certain key moments in the penultimate episode (The Past Dictates the Future) adopt the smudgy standard definition digital ascetic of Inland Empire. In the tail end of the final episode (What is your name?) Sheryl Lee’s character looks like she could be a dead ringer for Diane Sawyer in Mulholland Drive. However, Lost Highway most prevalently feels like it has been ingrained in the series’ soul.

Many of the driving scenes employ the same dizzying and seemingly infinite point of view shots that pervaded the 1997 film. Crucially, Lost Highway was a cyclical picture in which the protagonist always eluded the affections of an individual woman. Alice rejects the younger incarnation of the main character insofar as the promise of permanent commitment despite an abundance of physical pleasure. In stark contrast, the older variant of the character suffers from impotence, resulting in a disengaged and distant relationship with his wife, Renee.

In the Return, Cooper’s choice of wanting to save Laura mirrors his decision in Series Two to embark on a mission to rescue Annie. In both instances, Cooper’s soul is divided. In the original series, it is much more clear-cut insofar as his shadow self (possessed by Bob) emerges from the Black Lodge while the upstanding Cooper is trapped in the Lodge. However, in the recurrent series, Cooper’s shadow self subtly manifests itself in his everyday actions. The result is a combination of the persistent drive for goodness of the FBI special agent combined with the harshly tortuous methods of his doppelganger.

Kyle MacLachlan has always considered his Blue Velvet character- Jeffery Beaumont to be the younger version of Cooper. With this in mind, the almost whiplash-inducing character change in the final episode makes sense. Beaumont’s supposed intentions in regards to Dorothy Vallens were always called into question- encapsulated by the film’s quintessential line- “I can’t tell if you’re a detective or pervert.”

Cooper’s unspecified motives for saving Laura exist on a similar line of ambiguity. Is it the hubris of presuming to change nature that Cooper thinks he can save Laura? Or a projected sense of being Laura’s angelic rescuer while investigating the case in the original series? A rejected sex scene between Cooper and Laura in Fire Walk With Me along with Lynch’s cited inspiration of Vertigo lend the ending with a perpetual subtextual fascination.

But what of the rest of the series? What light does the finale cast the past episodes in? Undeniably, there are enough loose threads to tie down a hot air balloon, but there is an overarching point to the structure. One could interpret the tenuous storylines as Lynch illustrating the fragmented nature of a community. It has fundamentally become isolative and withdrawn.

To take this idea even further, one could read the rest of the series as a shadow version of Twin Peaks in which time has changed its united nature. It now exists as a fragile construct that can be severed at any point. The sequence of Audrey dancing in the Roadhouse to only wake up in a white room when a fight breaks out most powerfully demonstrates that many of the characters in the series are in their own private, delicate constructs.

There are many allusions throughout the series of the metaphysical concept being fractured. A text sent in the early hours of the morning does not reach a particular recipient until afternoon. Vital plot points exist in a seemingly hazy timeline of past, present and future. And current events we see in one part are referred to as the present in subsequent episodes.

The frequent question that pervades the people within the Black Lodge of “Is it future or is it past?” takes on terrifying new life. The opening credits now merge the scenic mountains and gushing waterfalls of Twin Peaks with the overflowing red curtain in the Black Lodge, suggesting that neither place is on a single plane of existence anymore. The town that Cooper once fell in love with, has now become a purgatory of his making, and Laura Palmer’s tragic demise still echoes through time with terrifying and vivid clarity.

Fundamentally, Mark Frost and David Lynch have crafted a television series of such daring vision and exacting patience. In an age where media is consumed at the speed of lightning, the original creators have forced the audience to observe every single scene with a critical and methodical eye. At times, the series may confound and disorient, but nobody said the dissident has to be cordial.

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Review: RoboCop (1987)

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RoboCop was one of my first forbidden movie fruits. The initial tantalising peep was during a late night showing on television when the recently deceased police officer Alex Murphy (Peter Weller) was being brought back to life as the title character. The scene played like a harrowing and realistic depiction of surgery, and the implications were terrifying to me at such at a young age. At the same time, the vivid moments were an all too real shattering of the schoolboy fantasy of wanting to be a robotic policeman.

In returning to the picture and reflecting on its thirty-year legacy, it impresses as an important text in illustrating the excesses of America in the 1980s. As an outsider to the culture, Dutch filmmaker Paul Verhoeven feels like he is commenting on Americana.

It has been well documented that Verhoeven was satirising over the top violence in American movies with scenes dedicated to people not only being killed but decimated to the point of looking like squashed watermelons. One notable scene has a boardroom executive being repeatedly shot at by a malfunctioning peace keeping machine called Ed-209. The horrifying act eventually becomes comical in its prolonged absurdity as the employee loses all semblance of identity and humanity with the sheer amount of gunfire.

The film is also filled to the brim with amusing commercials. In particular, a recurring one has a man with glasses and bushy brown moustache fooling around with a pair of bimbos and ending each instance with the uproariously delivered catchphrase- “I’d buy that for a dollar.” The adverts represent a wry commentary on the excesses of the Reagan era, whereby overspending was resulting in debt because of people acquiring presumably life changing products.

Verhoeven also sets his sights on the dehumanising effect of corporate culture. Bob Morton’s (Miguel Farrier at his smarmy best) rise to the top in the aftermath of a superior’s failed pitch shows an utter lack of consideration and empathy. When remarking on the bloody death of a colleague, he simply says- “That’s life in the big city.” His creation of the RoboCop program is an attempt to climb the ladder of his company even if it means thinking of his subject in less than human terms. There are many instances where he refers to Murphy as a product and crucially requests for the former cop’s left arm to be surgically removed.

Concurrently, the central corporation OCP (Omni Consumer Products) represents the vicious cycle of business at its worst. They promise and feign noble intentions but in reality their contributions not only create crime, but fan the flames of its continued existence for justification of product. In particular, the second in command Dick Jones (Ronny Cox) backs and funds a ruthless crime leader to justify his Ed-209 machines for urban and eventually military use.

In between the social satire, RoboCop is firmly a grisly resurrection story that in its Philosophical implications posit the soul as a real source of humanity that comes to the fore even in the bleakest of circumstances. In some of the picture’s most powerful moments, Murphy bypasses his programming due to past memories of his family and death that hit the character like an emotional maelstrom.

But in my recent big screen viewing of the picture, the most striking aspect of the film is its small moments that are brimming with irony and humour. Weller’s somewhat robotic line deliveries as Murphy foreshadow his eventual fate, and his twirling gun gesture carries weight when later memories show his son wanting him to copy the gesture from a robotic cop on television.

The sleazy moments also remarkably lend the film with a midnight movie quality that the actors adhere to in their performances. In particular, Kurt Woodsmith injects his atypical character Clarence Boddicker with a disgusting sense of ego, which he illustrates through various vulgar acts. One scene has the character flirting with a receptionist and taking out a piece of chewed gum and attaching it to her name plate and then proceeding to use it as a punchline- “You can keep the gum.”

Finally, the direction is commendable in punctuating the intricacies of its subject matters. Master shots reveal details of the urban decay of the Detroit setting and close-ups make the characters seem like mythical characters out of a Sergio Leone Western. In many ways, the framing reminds the viewer of the way in which movies stir the imagination and portray the heightened truth. The Detroit in the picture is a hellish landscape of comic book proportions, but Verhoeven in his satire reaches for the universal conditions of such severe impoverishment, decadence and inhumanity.

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