Category: Arts & Entertainment

  • One Thing I Love (Yeah, I Said It) About M3GAN 2.0

    One Thing I Love (Yeah, I Said It) About M3GAN 2.0

    All of the marketing for M3GAN 2.0 has abandoned any notion of the franchise being horror or satire, and just gone all-in on the idea that M3GAN is a sassy bitch who loves drama. Which had me expecting the worst, because what I liked so much about the first one was how it nailed (no offense to dog neighbor lady, RIP) its tone.

    I don’t want to overstate the appeal of M3GAN, because it’d be revisionist history to claim that it was a brilliantly insightful classic. But I thought it was a ton of fun, and downright masterful in how it made the movie itself reflect the creepiness of its main character: it never settled fully into camp or fully into horror, always remaining in the uncanny valley where everything just felt off.

    A perfect example of that was how M3GAN would spontaneously launch into song at odd moments, to help Katie come to terms with her emotions. It was corny but sincere, awkward and unexpected and just plain weird.

    After I realized that M3GAN 2.0 is more broadly comedic than its predecessor, and doesn’t even pretend to be a horror franchise anymore, but more cheesy 1980s hyper-violent action thriller, I settled into just enjoying it for what it was. It still had flashes of very clever people making something deliberately silly — a bad guy gets his entire head punched off in the first five minutes! — and a casting decision that I hadn’t been spoiled for and was a terrific surprise. (In retrospect, the trailers were actually fantastic for not giving away some of the movie’s best surprises).

    But then, in the middle of a scene I was already liking anyway, M3GAN starts singing at an unexpected moment. And it was sublime. Without exaggeration, the most I’ve laughed in a movie in years.

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  • Tuesday Tune Two-Fer: After Pride

    Tuesday Tune Two-Fer: After Pride

    Featured photo from the Athens, GA tourism page

    Pride month is over, so it’s a perfect opportunity for corny people like me to misquote Proverbs and say that it’s time for the Fall. Especially when it lets me listen again to one of my favorite REM songs, which always conjures up good memories of my college years in Athens.

    Corny jokes aside, it’s also a good opportunity for a refresher on what Pride month is all about, which is the rejection of shame. There have always been bad faith attempts to equate it with the deadly sins, from people trying to disguise their bigotry as a valiant fight against sinfulness.

    Back when I first came out, I even bought into a less-bigoted version of that, wondering “what is there to be proud of? It’s just a part of me, and being ‘proud’ would be like being ‘proud’ of having brown hair or being right-handed.” The part that I was missing — and I wonder if people still miss, or if it’s nothing more than disingenuous posturing to keep marginalizing people — is that the achievement to be proud of isn’t simply being gay, or trans, or bisexual, or non-binary, or any of the variations on “queer,” but in having the courage to live your life being true to yourself.

    Keeping with the “not what I thought it was at first,” I’m pairing it with The Beatles’ “If I Fell”. I always thought that this song was romantic at best, harmless at worst, but paying more attention to the lyrics, I see that it’s kind of gross. Maybe not “I used to be cruel to my woman, I beat her and kept her away from the things that she loved” gross, but still the opposite of everything I think of as romantic.

    Based on the title and wistfulness, I’d always thought of it as being about falling recklessly in love, but of course it’s explicitly not. It’s a guy on the rebound demanding loyalty from a new prospect before they’ve even gotten to know each other, and presumably before she finds out what made his last girlfriend break up with him. Even if he weren’t setting up a relationship where he’s constantly comparing the new girl to his last girlfriend, he explicitly says at the end that he’s trying to make her jealous.

    And appropriately, he includes the line “don’t hurt my pride like her,” in the bad sense of “pride.” Which all leaves me asking the question I’ll probably be asking a lot over the next eleven months: are the straights okay?

  • One Thing I Thought Was Weird About Jurassic World: Rebirth

    One Thing I Thought Was Weird About Jurassic World: Rebirth

    On Monday I went to another of AMC’s “Screen Unseen” mystery movies, 100% convinced that it was going to be the sequel to M3GAN. Same rating, very similar run-time, a week before release: it couldn’t be more obvious what this one was going to be.

    I got to the theater after the trailers had already started, to find a camera crew both outside and inside the auditorium, plus posted warnings that we were going to be filmed. The room was packed full, and everybody cheered when Scarlett Johansson and the guy from Wicked appeared on screen to thank everyone for coming. I was holding out hope that it was going to be a comedy fake-out, and they’d reveal they were there to promote an unrelated movie, but no, it was in fact Jurassic World: Rebirth. And with so many studio types around, I thought it’d be rude — not just to them, but to the people in the audience hyped to be there — if I’d just stood up, gave a thumbs down and blown a raspberry, and walked out.

    I skipped the last Jurassic World movie, but I wasn’t boycotting the new one or anything. I’d already made a reservation for next month, in fact. I’d just expected to be watching it in IMAX for the full summer blockbuster effect. But I honestly wasn’t expecting much from it, and I had been hoping to see a different movie, so take that into my account when considering my early-ish review.

    Because it’s fine. Actually, I’d even call it the third best Jurassic Park movie, after The Lost World. That movie was disappointing at the time and remains baffling: yes, it has the young girl using conveniently-placed parallel bars to defeat a velociraptor with the power of her gymnastics, but it also has what is undeniably one of the best sequences that Spielberg has ever made, with an RV getting pushed over the side of a cliff. Rebirth doesn’t have any sequences that reach that level (very few movies do), but there are some very cleverly-choreographed kill scenes, and an extended sequence with a T-Rex that is outstanding.

    Which was a relief, because I was sitting through the first 30 minutes or so completely stone-faced, worried that I was messing up the night-vision crowd reaction footage or something. I avoided the camera crews on the way out, even though I like the idea of being part of an ad campaign that just has an old man in a goofy T-Shirt saying, “I dunno, I thought it was fine. The guy playing the dad was crazy hot.”

    The best image during the entire introduction was a traffic jam caused by a dinosaur lying in a park near the Brooklyn Bridge, slowly dying while the New Yorkers seemed more concerned about traffic than about the fate of the creature. Rebirth established repeatedly that the dinosaurs that went global after the events of the last movie are now concentrated only around the equator, not just because of the climate, but because of a lack of interest from the general public. Like the space program in the early 1970s, what had once been a source of breathtaking wonder was now so commonplace that people didn’t care anymore. That felt to me like a pointed bit of self-awareness about this franchise in general.

    So in short: this really is one of the better entries in the franchise. There are a lot of charismatic actors doing their best with what they’ve got, which sounds like damning with faint praise, but the reality is simply that they’re fun to watch. There are a couple of really good action sequences, and an awareness that the dinosaurs themselves are no longer the main draw, so you’ve got to make everything else compelling. It’s a by-the-numbers summer blockbuster that holds its own, and it really shines in a few key moments.

    One moment that stood out to me as hilarious: the group has all assembled at the site of a dead and abandoned InGen facility, near a convenience store. The generator rumbles to life, and all the lights start to flicker on, accompanied by “Stand By Me” playing over a speaker system. Our little-girl-in-peril character looks frightened, and her dad holds her close and says something like, “It’s okay, baby.” It was funny simply because it was so weird: is this girl who’s survived multiple dinosaur attacks frightened of corny needle drops in general, or just Ben E King?

    But the most interesting thing to me about Jurassic World: Rebirth is how it works within its action/monster movie template, and saying so would require spoilers for a movie that’s still a couple of weekends away from release. So spoiler warning in bold not to read the rest unless you want to be spoiled.

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  • Tuesday Tune Two-Fer: Summer of Not Pulling Your Love Out

    Tuesday Tune Two-Fer: Summer of Not Pulling Your Love Out

    The end of this week will mark another year of my inexorable decay and decline towards oblivion, so I thought it’d be fun to celebrate by finding some songs that were released in my birth month.

    As it turns out, old age doesn’t necessarily bring with it maturity, since I thought the available list of songs was hilarious, full of hopefully unintentional double entendres. Normally when I say “that sounds like a porno!” I do a quick Google check to see whether it is, but I can pretty much guarantee that every one of these titles has been used for an adult film without even looking.

    In addition to honorable mention “Don’t Pull Your Love Out” by Hamilton, Joe Frank & Reynolds, there’s the catchiest song of the month, “Mr. Big Stuff” by Jean Knight.

    And it pairs perfectly with the masterpiece “Double Lovin’” by the Osmonds. Every time I’m tempted to think that I’m not really that old, it’s a reality check to remember that back then, you could have the whitest, Mormonest family imaginable doing Motown leftovers from the Jackson 5, and they could be preposterously successful with it.

    I’m sure they knew exactly what they were doing, but it’s a lot more fun to imagine that they were blissfully unaware of the implications of:

    Double, double lovin’ makes
    You feel so good inside
    And when I double up on my lovin’
    You’re gonna be satisfied

  • One Thing I Like About 28 Years Later

    One Thing I Like About 28 Years Later

    I’ve seen 28 Days Later and 28 Weeks Later, and I liked them both fine, but never considered myself a fan of the franchise. I thought the second one was more or less forgettable, and the thing I found most memorable about the first was seeing young men in the audience of the theater absolutely losing their shit at having to see a penis on screen.

    So I wasn’t sure I was even going to see 28 Years Later, and definitely wasn’t expecting to enjoy it that much. It very much benefitted from seeing it in a theater, more for the sound than anything else. I saw it at an AMC with rumbling seats (not to keep inadvertently advertising for AMC, but their version is called “Prime”) and I highly recommend seeing it in that format if it’s possible in your area.

    The thing I found most remarkable about the movie is the editing and sound design. I haven’t seen a Danny Boyle movie since Slumdog Millionaire, and I’d forgotten how many stylistic flourishes he uses. There are so many bizarre choices, especially in the first half, that seem like they shouldn’t work at all, but it’s brilliant. It gives everything an energy that I never would’ve expected from a dire post-apocalyptic story.

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  • Literacy 2025: Book 21: William

    Literacy 2025: Book 21: William

    Book
    William by Mason Coile

    Synopsis
    Henry is a robotics expert living in a refurbished Victorian house with his pregnant wife Lily, a genius programmer and tech company CEO. Their marriage has become strained, mostly because of Henry’s crippling agoraphobia that keeps him trapped inside the house. Out of loneliness, he’s been going into the attic to work on a secret project: a highly-advanced, self-aware robot named William. But he suspects that something has gone horribly wrong with his creation, as William is cruel and manipulative, as if he’s been possessed by some dark, nihilistic force of destruction. When Lily brings some of her work colleagues to meet Henry, the four soon find themselves trapped inside the high-tech house with the evil robot and whatever dark entity wants all of them dead.

    Notes
    This is a very quick and easy read with short, propulsive chapters; I sped through the first several chapters one night and finished it on a short plane flight the next day.

    Unfortunately, the dialogue is clunky and amateurish, the characters are extremely shallow, most of the conversations are frustratingly circular since the author doesn’t want to give too much away, and the events are still almost completely predictable. After less than 50 pages, I’d already predicted everything that was going to happen, and I was about 95% correct.

    There are a couple of good horror story moments, and I was compelled to reach the ending without ever being tempted to abandon it. On the whole, it feels like the novelization of an episode of a Syfy Channel horror anthology series that almost certainly never existed.

    Verdict
    A quick but disappointing read, with just enough forward momentum, and just enough of an interesting concept at the end, to keep it from feeling like a waste of time. It’s too bad that so many of the concepts are so familiar that it becomes completely predictable. People have been doing smart-house-out-of-control stories since at least 1999, and of course evil robot stories for far longer, but the idea of combining them with ghosts and demons is a premise that might’ve worked if the execution had been stronger.

  • Literacy 2025: Book 20: Unruly

    Literacy 2025: Book 20: Unruly

    Book
    Unruly by David Mitchell

    Synopsis
    The comedian goes through the history of the British monarchy, from the beginnings of post-Roman rule through the reign of Elizabeth I, devoting a chapter to each monarch and a brief description of their rise and rule.

    Notes
    How much you enjoy this book depends on how much you like David Mitchell. In case that seems obvious: I’d been expecting this to be structured like a history book, covering a subject I knew (or remembered?) very little about, but given a lighter touch to keep it from being so dry. Instead, it’s a bit more like having Mitchell go off on tangents, personal anecdotes, peevish observations about modern life in the UK, and his opinions on the concept of monarchy, while hovering generally around the topic of the monarch in question.

    Which isn’t necessarily bad, because he does manage to deliver exactly what’s promised by the book’s premise and cover. And to Mitchell’s credit, while he doesn’t go into much depth about the monarchs — or more accurately, he’s inconsistent in how deep or shallow he goes within each chapter — it’s highly unlikely that I would’ve remembered the details if he had. I’ve already forgotten the names of most of the Anglo-Saxon rulers, and I still can’t remember the difference between the various Henrys, Edwards, and Richards.

    I’m not sure who exactly is the target audience, though, besides fans of David Mitchell. Everything seems to be written for audiences in Great Britain, since there are frequent mentions of areas of England, or personalities, politicians, or stores, with the assumption that they don’t need to be given any more context. It also seems to assume that some parts of English history or some monarchs are universally known, to the degree that I wonder whether he’s expecting too much of non-English readers, or if I simply wasn’t paying attention in European history classes. I felt dumb for not knowing that William the Conqueror was the first Norman king of England, and I’m still not sure whether I should feel dumb or just feel American.

    However, it did finally give me a high-level understanding of the differences between Britons, Anglo-Saxons, Normans, Plantagenets, and Tudors; as well as an extremely high-level understanding of the overall timeline and where events like the Magna Carta, the Hundred Years War, and the War of the Roses fit in.

    Verdict
    Does exactly what it says on the cover, and if you’re a fan of David Mitchell, you’ll probably enjoy it a lot. For me, it was slow reading (but excellent for helping me fall asleep!) and even without being bogged down with too many dates or location names, still managed to have a lot of info that I’m sure I won’t retain. What I will retain, probably, is the equivalent of what British children learn in their first couple years of history classes.

  • Tuesday Tune Two-Fer: Bring Your Eh Game

    Tuesday Tune Two-Fer: Bring Your Eh Game

    We just got back from an extended weekend trip to Edmonton, Alberta. We were there for Game Con Canada, where I was tagging along with my husband as he helped out at the Logomancy Media booth. They’re a group of content streamers who do a lot of TTRPGs and related videos and podcasts, fundraising for charities like Make-a-Wish and the Trans Lifeline.

    It was my first time ever in Canada, and two things I really appreciated about a nerd convention there: the opening ceremony included a land acknowledgment by a performer named Dallas Arcand Jr, and the tag-line for the show was “Bring Your Eh-Game.”

    The first night in Edmonton, we went to a bar where every screen was playing the game in the Stanley Cup final between the Oilers and the Florida Panthers. At least 2/3 of the people in the bar (and throughout the city) were wearing Oilers jerseys, and asking me what I thought of that 2nd period, eh? (I had to admit that I know even less about hockey than I do about most sports).

    When the Oilers won that game, it was the best thing, possibly the highlight of the trip for me. The entire bar seemed to erupt, and previously mild-mannered guys were now screaming and hugging each other. The bar sound system started blasting “La Bamba” — along with “Informer” by Snow, which didn’t make sense to me until I found out Snow was Canadian — which became the Oilers’ victory song to pay tribute to locker room attendant and fan Joey Moss, who loved the song, after his death.

    I realize that forming an opinion about Canada based on a single weekend in Edmonton would be kind of like forming an opinion about the whole of the United States after a few days in Des Moines, but overall my impression was that Canada was like the US if everything were about 10-15% better. It’s not a magical, perfect, paradise, but there’s just a baseline level of kindness and sanity that hasn’t been rotted away by the last couple of decades of fringe groups in the US throwing absolute tantrums whenever anyone proposes making things better.

    And I admit I already had a positive impression of Canada, at least as far back as working on the Kim Possible project at Epcot. We were working out of the Canada pavilion with a bunch of cast members from Vancouver and Alberta, and there was just a relentlessly good vibe through the whole project. I admit I still like to linger around the Canada pavilion to listen to the background music loop, which contains a flute-heavy instrumental version of “The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald” by Gordon Lightfoot. It’s corny, yes, but it never fails to bring back great memories of good people working on a very special project.

  • Tuesday Tune-Two Fer: I’ve Seen You on the Beach, and I’ve Seen You on TV

    Tuesday Tune-Two Fer: I’ve Seen You on the Beach, and I’ve Seen You on TV

    Hey now, wooo! Look at that! It’s a full-on ass crack from one of the Duran Duran guys1, right there smack in the middle of the screen in the video to “Rio.” All these years I guess I’ve been too distracted by the model winking at me to notice how deliberately that shot was composed, and now I feel foolish.

    Other things I didn’t really remember or fully appreciate: how much of the video is the guys doing slapstick, and how much of the song is Nick Rhodes2 going nuts on the keyboard. I hope he was using an arpeggiator, or the poor guy must’ve been exhausted by the end of it!

    The keyboards are such a big part of the sound of “Rio” (and also “Hungry Like the Wolf,” where they’re a little bit more prominent) that it seems odd that I’m only really noticing them now. But in my defense: 1) I can’t overstate how ubiquitous this album was at the time, and it gradually just became like background noise; and 2) I was more distracted by how much the video was stressing how heterosexual these guys were by having them cavort with supermodels, vs how not-heterosexual the video made me feel overall.3

    It was also reminding me of another song that I couldn’t quite place. Eventually, after several fruitless Google searches for “pop songs with arpeggiators” I suddenly remembered it was “There Must Be An Angel (Playing With My Heart)” by Eurythmics. I’ve always been conflicted by that song, because there’s so much of it I 1000% genuinely, unreservedly love, like how Annie Lennox manages to stretch the word “bliss” across like a dozen syllables, and how the video says “what the hell, it’s the 80s, let’s just put everybody in drag,” and how it somehow still feels timeless despite the cheesy drum pads.

    But I hate the harmonica solo, and I always hate harmonica solos, even when they’re by Stevie Wonder. I do genuinely wonder whether it has the same connotation for other people that it does for me, where it immediately makes me think of lower-budget live action family movies and Hanna Barbera cartoons from the late 1970s, where everything felt brown and cheap and dirty, and was just begging for the 1980s to come in and make everything clean and modern and brightly-colored again. Largely by artists like Duran Duran and the Eurythmics, now that I think of it.

    1. Sorry I can’t be more specific, since I never bothered to learn who’s who. I thought the drummer was the cute one, even before I understood what it implied for me that I’d picked a cute one. ↩︎
    2. I looked it up. ↩︎
    3. And yet I never noticed the butt. It was still mostly vibes at that point. ↩︎
  • Groundhog D-Day (an Edge of Tomorrow appreciation post)

    Groundhog D-Day (an Edge of Tomorrow appreciation post)

    Edge of Tomorrow, directed by Doug Liman and starring Tom Cruise and Emily Blunt, got virtually unanimous praise when it came out, and I immediately put it on my list of movies to watch. That was in 2014 — eleven years ago — which might give an idea how my movie backlog is going.

    As it turns out, the virtually unanimous praise was absolutely correct. It’s a great sci-fi action movie, made all the more remarkable when you think of how badly it could’ve gone without the right people making it.

    Edge of Tomorrow has all the ingredients of a shamelessly corny, inexcusably derivative, hour and a half of people winking at the camera and dispensing the cheesiest dialogue before heading dutifully into the next completely predictable action movie cliche. But it knows exactly what to do with those ingredients, cleverly combining and remixing everything to keep it feeling fresh, and letting all of the cliched action movie scenes work exactly like they were intended to before they became cliches.

    It’s also excellent to see Cruise playing so hard against type for so long at the beginning of the movie. Or rather, playing what he realizes is his public persona, instead of the role he almost always plays in action blockbusters. His character is so smarmy, and he leans into it. You can immediately tell that this guy has gotten where he is by being good-looking and charming, and the script really drives home that he’s all about appearances with no substance. And then it conveniently has him do something awful, so you feel justified in hating him. And you can really savor seeing the shit getting kicked out of him for the next fifteen or twenty minutes.

    Of course, any sense of that is more or less undone by the rest of the movie, which has him saving the entire world, but a) of course it does, and b) it gives him a real redemption arc, as opposed to being a super-hero whose obstacles are all external.

    They knew that the comparisons to Aliens were going to be obvious, so it was clever to cast Bill Paxton as the master sergeant over a private who’s arrogant and scared shitless. In fact, the familiarity of the whole squad doesn’t seem like a lack of imagination so much as setting us up with the same feeling as our protagonist, that we’ve seen this all before, many times.

    I liked that it neither tried to hide all of its various influences, or try to make excuses for them by calling them out. Yeah, it’s like Groundhog Day and Starship Troopers. We know. That’s the premise. It’s so obvious that we don’t even need to mention it.

    It feels like there’s a whole sub-genre of time-loop movies at this point, and it’s a sign of how smart the filmmakers are, and how much they seem to trust the basic intelligence of the audience, that the edits are made at all the right places. You see just enough of the repeated material to be able to follow what’s going on, but rarely so much that it’s tedious. The main exception is during the training sequences, but that’s also deliberately repetitious to drive home that he’s spent a lot of time in training. Later in the movie, they do a lot of clever things with dramatic irony, where we only learn along with the other characters that the protagonist has been through this scene already.

    My favorite of the time jumps, by the way, is when Cage/Cruise skillfully escapes from the squad by rolling underneath a passing truck… and then is immediately run over. A lot of the first act of the movie seems to be having a lot of fun with the idea of “Ethan Hunt would never!”

    Edge of Tomorrow does a great job of establishing its rules, playing within them, and then violating them to introduce the next obstacle. My main criticism is that I wish they’d done a little bit more, even though I can’t imagine exactly what. It was a little disappointing that the movie had been so cleverly remixing and rejuvenating action movie cliches, and then just ended by blowing up the Super Boss Alien. I’d been hoping for one more twist on the whole thing, or one bit of clever manipulation of the rules — instead of just repeating things over and over until they got them right — like Rita/Blunt deliberately getting re-dosed with alpha blood, or learning that there never was an “omega,” or something.

    Then again, watching Ballerina and John Wick recently has taught me that sometimes less is more. Adding more “depth” or complications to an action movie can just slow it down, or undermine everything that makes it work. Edge of Tomorrow feels like a movie that uses familiar action movie cliches not because it couldn’t think of any better ideas, but because there’s a good reason those moments are so familiar. They’re satisfying.

  • Best Movies of 2025 (So Far)

    Best Movies of 2025 (So Far)

    A few years ago, I was surprised to realize that I’d watched enough movies to be able to compile a short list of favorites. I’d already gotten out of the habit of going to the theaters even before the pandemic hit, and there’s seemed like less and less incentive to put up with the hassle (or pay for an AMC subscription) for what seemed to be pretty mediocre output.

    It might be just because I’ve been forcing myself to get out of the house more in 2025, but it seems like this has been an unusually good year for movies overall. I’ve already got a list of favorites longer than the past several years, and it’s still just the beginning of June. I have seen a couple of duds that were so unremarkable I didn’t even have anything interesting to say about them, but it probably says something that even the movie I disliked the most (so far) wasn’t so bad that it was boring.

    So I’m going to jump the gun and point out my favorites. Maybe it’ll be interesting to see how many of these are still my favorites at the end of the year?

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  • One Thing I Really Like About Ballerina

    One Thing I Really Like About Ballerina

    One thing I really like about Ballerina is the scene in which our protagonist Eve finds an arms dealer to equip her with all the various weaponry she’ll need to continue her quest of ultimate vengeance. To explain why I like that scene so much would require me to spoil it, so I’ll save it for later.

    Based on the trailers, I’d expected this just to be Ms John Wick. At this point, I’ve still only seen the first movie, so I wasn’t sure exactly what that would entail, but regardless, I was all for it. One of the most beautiful women in the world as a super assassin going to exotic locations, shooting, stabbing, judo- and flame-throwing a bunch of bad1 guys? What’s not to like?

    And I’m delighted to report that the movie does indeed kick so much ass. It manages to include everything I’d expected from the first John Wick movie after hearing about them for so many years: shamelessly gratuitous hyper-violence, ridiculous world-building about clans of assassins who live by a strict code of honor, and beautiful cinematography surrounding its lengthy bouts of ass-kicking. Including, yes, a set piece inside an absurd purple-lit nightclub, this one full of walls and tables made of ice.

    It also manages to include a good bit of what pleasantly surprised me with the first movie: a sense of restraint and economical storytelling. I don’t want to overstate that and give the wrong impression, since Ballerina is a lot more excessive than John Wick, and everything that that movie either implied or showed in flashback is explicitly shown here in a long origin sequence starting with Eve as a child and continuing through her training. But there’s still a sense that the movie knows exactly what it is and what’s important to this story, and it knows exactly how to make a simple story engaging enough that you’re not distracted by how simple it is.

    Even more importantly, it wastes as little time as possible getting its story obligations out of the way and advancing to the next action set piece. There’s a great command of timing and pacing; the beginning does seem to drag on a bit, but you soon realize that it’s been putting all of the pieces into place, so that the entire last half of the movie can be practically uninterrupted action.

    And a side effect of that command of timing is that the movie is surprisingly funny. There are no comic relief characters, and everyone plays it completely straight-faced throughout, but the action is choreographed so that scenes will have laugh-out-loud moments interspersed with all of the hyper-violence.2 It is unapologetically a “He done blowed up real good!” movie that remains aware of the point where all of the action just becomes silly, and it lets the audience enjoy the silliness for a beat before quickly reining things back.

    I don’t know whether the rest of the franchise is as much bombastic fun as Ballerina is, but now I’m actually looking forward to diving back in and finding out for myself. Getting into specifics about my favorite scenes will require spoiling things. This is such a simple movie that there’s really not much to spoil, but I’d hate to ruin what made the scenes work so well for me.

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