slamming the door on the sixties, maybe society up until this point. torching the last two decades of film (and it’s most prominent bullshitters) in comedic, durational, violent, disgusting, infuriating etc etc etc textures. 

there might not be a more copied film, though i think that goes unknown to the copiers. it is because this is a dense culmination of thought and aesthetic. it really feels like the “end of cinema” because it is a true filter to the next…

A narrative based critique written in a burst of thought: Just an absolute mess. After thinking about where the sequel trilogy meditates (as a series about legacy) I understand now some of where the concepts of this film came from. That anyone can be a “Skywalker”. That the idea of “Skywalker” ala the stories, lessons, and feelings generated by Lucas’s incredible vision will be deeply personable to every watcher so much so that they embody the story. However, Abrams is…

None of this is really ours. The United States I mean. This country was built on feeling foreign. Wandering about in new territory and developing a sense of self during this process. It was also built on a lot of things to be ashamed by. Genocide, slavery, the exploitation of the poor, etc. All things one could never apologize for. We can try to contend with it, understand that past, but more often than not we stay silent. We forget.…