Why do they care so much? Don't have they more important things going on?

The brisk October air whistles through the falling leaves. Lush grass rolls gently like soft waves, the autumn sun hanging above the worn dugouts and a dusty diamond. Everything emanates a warm glow, softly reflecting the crisp air into an ethereal atmosphere. Ice envelops coolers of cold beer, sunflower seed shells and Cracker Jack crumbs litter the concrete. A game of baseball with an audience of…

László Tóth does not exist. In the vast expanse of Brady Corbet's 215 minute post-war elegy, he's never allowed to. He is perpetually lost, hollowed out by grief and clinging on to life, desperate to find himself but trapped in a landscape that refuses him a voice. Freedom in name only, staring at the symbol of liberty through a warped lens - it's all poison, a different mechanism to oppress and dehumanize, all kindness shrouded in ruthless intent. Sand down…

What once felt like a weakness now resonates as this film's key strength, that its central antagonist is little more than an esoteric, invisible presence wielding data as a weapon. The convoluted nature of it all gnaws at a collective fear of the unknown, a series of feverish and hopeless attempts to prevent the world from careening into a freefall of algorithm driven chaos, that human instinct might be diluted down to a homogenous set of information hellbent on dissolving…

Takes the sweeping romanticism and myth making of 2 and brings it crashing back down to Earth with some of the safest blockbuster stylization imaginable, a completely faithless piece of cinema that operates on television thriller levels with outsized ambitions and performances that punch far above the directorial fervor. Abrams seems to hold a tacit understanding of the visual cues of large scale action without understanding what makes it all tick. Bay without the adrenaline-fueled, roided up testosterone energy, Cameron…