Kitahito

The first female director debuts with smiling child abuse. Yay. Maybe I'm being overly sensitive, but those babies don't look very happy when Alice Guy dumps them on the ground. The first one specifically looks like she's suffering when she falls on her side and flails her arms, but hey, this was made in the 1900s, so a little cruelty is acceptable, right? After all, these kids will have to survive two world wars, so they better get used to how hard life (and the floor) can be! By the way, I love how IMDb commemorates Alice Guy in the video "A salute to female directors" and opens with scenes from "La fée aux choux"! I guess they weren't so bothered by babies being thrown on the ground either. Anyway, respect to female directors, respect to women, even if they're dragging newborns out of the ground by their arms and tossing them onto the ground, smiling like maniacs! That's entertainment, baby! Better get used to it!

It is painful to see Clint Eastwood humiliate himself on screen. His acting wasn't as bad as in The Mule, where he kept having that confused and stunned look that Joe Biden used to have he was in front of the cameras, but at least in that film he had a historically justified reason why a 90-year-old skeleton should be creaking and crackling all over the screen, but here he doesn't even have that. Instead, he's the biggest macho man inthe west women fall for, he heals animals with a flick of his hand, turning a street urchin into a saint in an afternoon, breaks in wild horses, repairs cars, beats up gangsters 60 years younger, and spits out shallow life wisdom like someone spits out the shells of a sunflower. You can joke about it like most of the kind-hearted reviewers here did, but beyond a certain point it's just too pathetic to bear.

No self-awareness whatsoever, and it's very painful to watch...

There are moments in one's life when one is so profoundly disappointed, because reality proves that we are on a cursed, terrible, doomed timeline, when there is simply nothing else to do but stare in front of you, stripped of all illusions, and ask, not of yourself, but of the universe in general: why?

I was very, very skeptical of this film, because I knew that with about 3 exceptions (Dancer in the Dark, Fiddler on the Roof, Hair), all of the musicals were burnable garbage that invalidated their own dramatic quality with their silly, infantile, matinee-flavoured singing, but I didn't expect it to so deliberately and systematically destroy everything that made the 2019 Joker film great.

Why was this necessary?