two writers talk movies & culture
We were a wee bit disappointed in Jean-Pierre Jeunet’s newest film, Big Bug, which is maybe why we spent most of this conversation talking about the end of empire and fabulist futures. But we connect it all back to the movie somehow, we do!
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We watched Guillermo del Toro’s Nightmare Alley and decided that the U.S. is a carnival, everyone wants to be lied to, and Bradley Cooper is the perfect creep. Step right up!!
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Mr. Paul Thomas Anderson is back, this time with an oddball love story that’s soaked in nostalgia, the 70s, and the screwy exuberance of being young and confused. The pants are tight. The music is excellent. And waterbeds abound.
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Years 2020-2021 must have really done a number on us because we found Adam McKay’s Don’t Look Up kinda sweet (and dark and funny and incisive and tragic too). May 2022 bring us the opposite of a comet hurtling towards the Earth.
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It’s a race to the bottom! After the season 3 finale of Succession, we talk psychosexual drama, morality mental exercises, critiques of the ruling class, assistant labor, Cousin Greg’s ethical collapse, tragedy, comedy, squishy sympathies, and which Roy family member we’d be (Joe = Kendall/Shiv; Cheryl = Marcia).
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In one jarring scene of Jane Campion’s The Power of the Dog, cattle rancher Phil Burbank, played by Benedict Cumberbatch, roughly castrates a bull with a knife, then with his bare hands. This is maybe a representative scene for much of the tense hypermasculinity/repressed sexuality at play in the movie, or maybe it’s a way of showing the violence that Phil is capable of. It’s a taut, tight, suspenseful Western — with a twist ending (that we very helpfully spoil!).
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As always, send yr comments, questions, and movie suggestions to twoforspacejamplease @ gmail.com and subscribe on iTunes or Spotify.
Is The Pizzagate Massacre the best movie about the Trump era, as this Vice News article contends? We say….possibly? It’s certainly a scathing indictment of Alex Jones-type media personalities who peddle the kind of mistruths that lead to actual, tragically real violence. The movie drops us squarely into an environment of hyperparanoia, total distrust, white supremacy, and guns-as-the-answer-to-everything. There are lots and lots of guns. Join us on this disturbing journey into the psyche of a subculture.
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As always, send yr comments, questions, and movie suggestions to twoforspacejamplease @ gmail.com and subscribe on iTunes or Spotify.
Squid Game, it turns out, is not a show about having a good time eating calamari, but a murderous series of increasingly violent competitions that serves as an allegory about global capitalism and the bone-crushing misery it inflicts on the 99%. Who knew?
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We were not fans of Wes Anderson’s newest quirky romp, The French Dispatch. We were not fans at all.
Two For Space Jam, Please 
