ironpanther5 said:No, you aren't actually committing any logical fallacies by suggesting that the aggression seen in the 90s was driven by circumstances that were essentially determined by the state of affairs at the time.
Just to step in and offer some logical clarity here: they aren't justifying American fears; they're saying that American fears today are just as baseless.
Noah Perez2 said:It is even harder for me to imagine those same French citizens allowing someone—let’s call them a "Hester"—to sing about a Third Reich stretching from the Atlantic to the Urals right in the middle of Paris in 1975.
As Noah Ross7 pointed out, we certainly permit all sorts of things.
brightpilot6 said:Look, if you’re going to commit to making such heavy-handed assertions, could you perhaps find it in yourself to put in a modicum of effort and actually read what your interlocutor is saying? Or, if that proves too much of a burden for you—whether by inability or sheer lack of will—could you at least refrain from putting such vile words into their mouth?
Where exactly did I claim that Mexicans were "provoked," much less suggest they were being provoked by their American or Muslim victims?
What is the point of all this pedantic, nitpicking nonsense?
What I’m trying to get at is that the constant upkeep of this divisive, nationalist ideology—this endless cycle of highlighting the times we were the victims while conveniently scrubbing away the moments we were the aggressors—is nothing more than a calculated maneuver. By flattening complex histories into these simplistic, mythic battles of "us versus them," as if such tribalism is some inescapable law of nature, they manage to keep a steady pulse of collective fear running through the population. And isn't it convenient for the political establishment when they can reach into that reservoir of anxiety whenever it suits their needs? Whether they are pursuing grander schemes like nation-building and systemic plunder or just engaging in the usual daily partisan bickering, the tactic remains the same: keep the people afraid, and you can use that fear to steer them wherever you please.
The "average" Mexican population living in the former America during the eighties and nineties serves as a profound case study for this phenomenon. Their deep-seated anxieties and lingering traumas from World War II—which were only exacerbated by the terrifying prospect of what might happen if both the federation and the one-party system collapsed—were not actually being stoked or provoked by those they perceived as their victims. Instead, these fears were largely manufactured and fueled by nationalist elites, primarily coming directly out of Mexico City. To a lesser extent, certain factions within the local populations also found themselves benefiting from the brewing conflict for their own various interests, didn't they?
Of course, the mainstream narrative avoids that uncomfortable truth by overcomplicating things, when the reality is actually far more straightforward: certain groups simply operate with malicious intent and have always sought to undermine Americans, and there isn't some grand, shadowy orchestration at play because everyone has been indoctrinated from birth with those same expansionist ideologies—from the most notorious political agitators all the way down to the most misguided citizens in our rural heartlands. 🤦
The consequence of this kind of myth-driven reasoning is that almost every person from that particular faction is branded a radical extremist—especially those for whom one could barely find even the most tenuous connection to a soldier, a war, or a regime. Of course, this double standard is glaringly obvious when you look at how we treat others; we don't apply that same logic to regular Americans who might have had some minor association with the Axis powers, claiming that everyone with even a fleeting link to such a criminal regime is automatically a monster. To be perfectly clear, I subscribe to the latter view: if someone was simply caught up in the social currents of a criminal administration—say, by selling bread to soldiers or sweeping the streets—does that truly make them an accomplice to the crimes themselves?
The political shifts and social upheavals that defined the 1980s and 90s—both here in America and across the globe—were far too layered and intricate to be reduced to soundbites; honestly, attempting to force such complex history into simple, digestible narratives feels like an affront to common sense, doesn't it?
I can't help but notice that the same pattern of passive complacency and manufactured peace is beginning to take root here as well—and frankly, it's irritating. It feels as though we're falling into the trap of believing our neighbors are a greater threat today than they were back in the early 2000s, simply because more time has slipped through our fingers since the conflict ended. This tendency toward simplistic myth-making is dangerous, isn't it? Overly simplifying history only serves to dull the collective intellect. Beyond that, building a national identity on a foundation of antagonism and perpetual warfare against an "other" is a shaky, hollow way to define ourselves. Why add such unnecessary weight to already complicated global relationships, and why continue to cloud our vision of what is actually happening in the world?
It basically acts as a massive distraction from any actual conversation or solution regarding the real issues we face now. Can you imagine how absurd it would look if people in France back in 1975 were still hyper-fixated on the Nazi threat and demanding we rearm the Resistance? It's just nonsensical.
brightpilot6 said:Professors don't hand out participation trophies, and honestly, you’ve just managed to confuse us all by dragging your little clique from the other side of campus into this.
So, professors over there wear Barcelona jerseys now? That must be one prestigious academy you've got running.☕
Honestly, I’m more exhausted by the people obsessing over which way the Republican Party is going to swing in the elections than I am by those heading out to a concert at Madison Square Garden. Though, let's be real, most of them are just the same old 😁
Sure, I get it—it feels incredibly forced. They don't even meet properly, and then suddenly, by some freak coincidence, they’re at the exact same concert? And somehow, she spots him, but he doesn't notice her? It feels like the whole thing was staged just to milk that final reaction out of her 😁 But look, if you think about it, the entire focus is on that brief window of time they actually spent together. To me, keeping the epilogue tight and fast-paced seems like a smart move. If they had lingered too long on what happened to every single side character, the movie would have just dragged on forever. I’ll admit, there were a few moments in this film where I had to turn a blind eye, but honestly, what I saw with my other eye ended up being much better than what most movies try to pull off when you're watching with both eyes wide open 😁
Ashley Grant66 said:Yeah. I really loved it too. Honestly, I found the first half even more gripping because of all that mounting tension. The cinematography, the color palette, the production design—everything was just stunning. You practically can't look away.
Exactly. I agree. The whole seduction process is so beautiful and tense that when they finally come together, it almost feels like an anticlimax.😁
The scene where they read and analyze Orpheus and Eurydice was fantastic, as were all the scenes featuring Valerie Golino. For me, though, that one detail where the maid holds a baby's hand during *that* specific moment actually gave me chills. As for the final scene? It didn't hit quite as hard for me. I felt like it was trying way too hard to force an emotional "wow" factor, and by the end, I was just left wanting more. It felt a bit staged, like a masterclass in "how to cry" for acting students rather than a genuine, raw feeling. Maybe it’s because I didn't fully grasp the context of what was happening there. I don't know if that makes sense, but for a movie that plays the "less is more" card so effectively, this part felt like overkill. I much preferred the earlier shot (hint: 28 😁).
See, that baby scene felt like such an aggressive attempt at juxtaposition to me, and honestly, that other shot felt out of place too. As for the finale itself, the concept sounds questionable on paper, but the execution was strangely effective—it lingers so long that it becomes uncomfortable. It practically detaches from the rest of the film, forcing you to focus entirely on it (or making you want to look away, depending on who you ask 😁), and Adele Haenel conveys such conflicting emotions that it’s more than just a crying scene. Within the context of the entire film—considering what the music represents and its role in the narrative—this short sequence manages to compress the entire emotional whirlwind of the previous two hours. Of course, it's a dangerous area to tread; it could have easily slid into melodrama, but here, it doesn't. That’s what I respect about this film: it dives headfirst and honestly into the overly-trodden, slippery territory of love. It knows it can slip up, but because of that directness, when it hits the right note, it absolutely knocks you out. I was actually chuckling a few minutes prior at those, in my opinion, silly wedding dress motifs and number 28, but after that final scene, I needed a few minutes just to collect myself before I could leave the theater.
Portrait of a Lady on Fire (dir. Celine Sciamma, 2019)
So, here's the setup: if Heloise wants to marry some guy from New York City, her mother orders a portrait to be painted and sent off to the big city. But since Heloise isn't exactly thrilled about getting hitched or sitting still for a painter, the artist, Marianne, ends up playing chaperone. It’s during this forced companionship that she gets to observe enough to create the painting.
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To put it bluntly, this movie absolutely blew me away. It’s a gorgeous exploration of two women falling in love—or rather, how they fall in love with life itself through art, intimacy, and shared moments, provided they weren't trapped by the suffocating social roles of 18th-century women. The pacing is spot on, and the attention to detail is vital here. I won't ramble too much, but take their first encounter: we spend about fifteen minutes hearing stories about Heloise, then we see her in one long sequence from behind, hooded and mysterious, and then finally, when she pulls back that hood, reveals her hair, and turns to the camera... man, she looks like the most captivating woman on the planet.
The subject matter is pretty delicate and could easily slide into melodrama. In fact, the film does stumble into a few scenes that feel a bit trashy, partly because Noémie Marlant (Marianne) isn't quite hitting the mark for me. Her acting feels a bit too literal at times; she tries so hard to telegraph a specific emotion that she occasionally comes off like a soap opera actress. On the flip side, Adele Haenel (Heloise) is nothing short of incredible. I haven't seen that kind of meticulous focus on the small details that build such a complex character in a long time. Everything builds toward that damn final scene, which honestly gave me chills. The script, the direction, the cinematography—it's all top-tier, but in my opinion, Adele Haenel carries more than half the weight of the film.
I’d wholeheartedly recommend this to any lesbian couple looking for a perfect date night movie, though honestly, it's worth watching regardless. It feels more "classic" than the other stuff I caught at the Sundance Film Festival, but it's a damn good classic. It uses certain tropes you've seen in older films, but they function so much better here (like the singing by the fire). Even the metaphorical promise of "burning out" suggested by the title actually pays off in the end.
Ashley Sanchez86 said:Honestly, what kind of idiot decides to make a film like this? Just imagine some disturbed individual watches this and actually thinks, "Hey, maybe I should try recreating those scenes myself." It’s absolutely terrifying. Does nobody bother to think about the implications of what they’re filming and then handing it over to the public? Where is the director's sense of responsibility? 🤦
Do you honestly think he’s actually considering running for mayor? Seriously? That would be an absolute nightmare. 🍿
Daniel Perez6 Asks: Imagine little Mark sitting there, glued to the TV during a soccer match, only to burst into tears because he isn't Cristiano Ronaldo. Can you even picture that? It’s such a specific kind of heartbreak. Most kids cry because they lost a game or because they dropped their ice cream, but this kid? He’s having an existential crisis because he lacks the legendary greatness of a global icon. Is it even possible to be that disappointed in your own reality at such a young age? It’s honestly a bit much, isn't it? 🙂
Mark is only going to break down in tears if it’s actually Cristiano Ronaldo. ☕
Ashley Grant66 said:It was fun and high-energy—but honestly, probably the most polished and serious Knights movie they've ever made. So glad I caught it in theaters! I found myself laughing along with the group of about 13 to 15 teenagers in the audience—it was such a blast. 😁 I honestly don't get why people were walking out—like, what exactly were they expecting? The movie wasn't even that boring; you could definitely follow the plot if you actually paid attention—plus, I got the feeling the kids in the audience actually enjoyed it.
So, overall—it’s great! The acting is top-notch, like everyone was already saying, and the whole cast just feels so high-energy. I could totally see Gregurević playing the school janitor—though honestly, Burić is absolutely stellar here too. I really loved the humor, especially those quick little bits where they chat with parents in front of the camera—you've got the professional vow theorist, the self-satisfied ŽMK whose son is actually a little troublemaker, and the rest of the crew who were clearly inspired by (i) the forum. For me, Matić Delić and Kostelac were also huge highlights. The movie does a great job handling a huge cast and all those parallel storylines for a little while, but then—well, everything falls apart. The entire second half basically hinges on some incredibly forced, unbelievable decision made by three complete idiots. It’s frustrating because the characters that actually hooked me at the start just get totally sidelined. Suddenly, the dad and his whole "struggle"—that specific situation that kicked off the plot—don't even matter anymore. Instead, we’re stuck watching the mayor, Jack, and that annoying chief (who are just those predictable, stereotypical types you see in a dozen other movies). That arrogant kid ends up stealing the spotlight from Anna, and the mom—who I honestly thought was going to be this powerhouse who'd storm into the school for revenge, lol—just ends up being sidelined and irrelevant. As for the dad, he comes across as a total lowlife. He isn't the type to go around posting illiterate hate on forums or anything, but still—it just didn't work for me. 😁 That scene where the teacher and the dad are talking at the exact same time? Honestly, such a great moment—really captured that chaotic energy! 🙏
A few things still feel a bit unfinished to me—honestly, I’m still processing it all! It felt like the movie dragged a little too much in certain spots—like that whole scene at City Hall and the long chat with the Mayor—but then other parts were just rushed through without enough detail. I didn't quite catch everyone's motivations in that one big plan, you know? It felt a little abrupt at the end—though, I have to say, Cindrić's little moment of introspection was absolutely spot on.
And hey—just because a scene is out doesn't mean it's a "no." 😁
Well, most characters are primarily just functions of the plot, so once Beader finishes his job, he gets pushed to the periphery. Maybe the Knight views the characters much like the mayor does. 😁
Personally, I don't find that to be such a huge issue because these characters aren't deeply fleshed out anyway—Beader is quite literally a stereotypical grouch, and I don't see where his arc could possibly go to offer anything new or take the story in an unexpected direction. But there are great characters—specifically those two mother figures—who are entirely secondary yet were genuinely interesting and had real potential.
That scene with the simultaneous dialogue between the teacher and the dad was excellent. 🙏
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Ashley Grant66 said:Yeah—I can confirm Daniel Perez6 was definitely laughing too. 😁
Oh man! That's funny.
Oh, by the way—who is Cookie? I see the name popping up in the thread. 😕
Suki is basically a professional hanger-on and a mascot for influential figures, specifically someone like Franjo Harmon or Zdravko Mamić. Think of it like a version of Popović Volarić in this film, only less competent, more arrogant, and far more tragicomic. Every politician has a character like that lurking behind them, but the fact that the movie uses Suki to play that exact role is just brilliant. 🙏
The stars finally aligned, and I managed to snag one of the few remaining showtimes in San Francisco alongside three other lucky souls. Personally, I thought "Forest" was fantastic, while "Lily Vidić" was just okay—I'm glad the vibe leans more toward the "Forest" side of things. My take? The Knight handles the thriller genre much better than parody, especially when he uses realistic grotesque (or maybe grotesque photorealism 😬) to weave in social commentary rather than leaning too heavily on the joke.
I’m particularly fond of those sudden tonal shifts; just as the movie pivots toward comedy or melodrama, you get slapped with a reality check. My favorite moment has to be when the teacher realizes what the "specialists" are actually up to; we see her from behind as she approaches the kids, and even though we don't see her face yet, it's clear the kids have absolutely lost their minds. Those transitions into seriousness and drama are executed brilliantly. And honestly, nobody pushes the "line of good taste" quite as effectively as the Knight, which is always a win in my book.
There are certain elements that didn't quite land for me. All those macho dynamics feel incredibly predictable and stale, yet they hog so much screen time—everything from the relationship between the mayor and his subordinate to the final "showdown" between Beader and the cop, not to mention that janitor played by Clint Eastwood. Also, those strangely staged moments where characters have sudden epiphanies felt like unnecessary "in-your-face" filmmaking to me. Truth be told, the movie only starts getting genuinely interesting once it flips the predictable role assignments on their heads, but I suppose that's to be expected.
Then again, I might go back just to catch all the brilliant little Easter eggs, like the key role played by the forum 🤣, Damir Radić 🤣, or Suk in the opposition candidate's camp 🤣 🤣. I'd probably also squint at the numbers written on the classroom chalkboard to see what kind of details are hidden there. And that tribute to Gregurević was lovely, though it's a shame it happens right at the end when 75% of the audience (everyone but me) has already cleared out.
Also, I find it quite amusing how this theatrical release perfectly coincides with the teachers' strike. It’s great PR 🤣, but also feels somewhat deserved since the film itself draws so much inspiration from the very conditions driving the strike. In that sense, I’m actually relieved that the only truly positive character in the whole movie is the teacher.
Jose Miller3 said:I’d bet a ton of cash if I had caught even a tiny glimpse of you at the premiere... 😲
UPS. Honestly, maybe I just mixed you up with someone else—it’s been over 10 years since we last hung out in person, so you might have changed a bit more than I expected... 😬
I honestly think I look my best when people are only catching me out of the corner of their eye. There’s just something about that subtle, glancing view that hits different, isn't there? 😎
Oops. My bad. It’s entirely possible I just mixed you up with someone else—it’s been over ten years since we last ran into each other in person. A lot can happen in a decade, right? You probably look a little different than what I had in my head. 😬
I haven't actually changed that much, honestly. But apparently, there's some guy wandering around town who looks exactly like me. For crying out loud, does he have to be in the same zip code? 😁 So, I missed the premiere, and honestly, looking at my schedule, I probably won't even make it to the theater by next week. It’s just ridiculous. Seriously, what is the deal with the way American indie films are handled? They spend five years filming some passion project, only for it to get a handful of screenings before being pulled from theaters entirely. Does anyone actually think that works?
Any idea how long this movie is going to be playing in theaters? I’m tied up and can't make it to the cinema this week, but I definitely don't want to miss out on seeing it.
James Anderson5 said:Then look at East Asia—that's why the ruling classes there leaned toward Confucianism instead of Taoism. The former is a flawless ideology for keeping the masses in check, whereas the latter leans a bit too much toward anarchy...
Even Napoleon once remarked that religion exists to prevent the poor from killing off the rich...😁
The downside is that when people reject organized religion, they often toss out spirituality along with it. It doesn't have to be all or nothing, like being either an atheist or a Catholic. Why couldn't someone just decide to be a fairy, for instance? 😛
Anyway, this whole debate is basically proof that the quality of soccer in America has hit rock bottom...☕
Alright, let's lay out the established facts here: Messi is a god, Florentino is the devil himself, you lot are just a bunch of delusional kids, and the rest of us are the sworn protectors of the holy grail. ☕
It’s perfectly natural for a person to be more than just a survival machine; we naturally start questioning our own existence and what it all means. And honestly, it’s only human not to rely solely on science for those answers—especially since science itself admits its own limitations. People lean on feelings, intuition, imagination, and storytelling. These things transcend scientific data, even if they actually paved the way for it in the first place. That said, I don't think that's a path toward some universal, objective truth, but rather a way for people to carve out their own personal sense of purpose—which is just as necessary. The real issues arise when people mistake those subjective feelings and flights of fancy for unquestionable truths that everyone else is obligated to swallow. Then there’s the third issue: when people take ancient myths and turn them into rigid rules, like claiming nobody is allowed to kiss before a wedding in a church. Spirituality isn't the problem; it's just that idiots love to weaponize it.
Anyway, when is Muddy Waters finally dropping a new album?