For me prolly 3 ninjas or the man in the iron mask
Batman Begins,
TMNT II Secret Of The Ooze
Iron Monkey
Blank Man
Eyes Wide Shut
HM
Baby Driver
Real for 3 ninjas
Mid90s Lucas hedges tho
Good Time
I still think about this film on a weekly basis and i will die on that hill of thinking it’s a lot more enjoyable than Uncut Gems
Son of the Mask comments on the nature of sequels in a way that Twin Peaks The Return couldn't hope to achieve even if Lynch was in his absolute prime. This level of spiritual understanding just isn't there with Lynch, and that's not a condemnation, no sir. I admired The Return when it was coming out, don't get me wrong--the atomic bomb episode was a true delight that made me rethink our place as humans on this planet and this time (and really made me want to buy an Laura Palmer Funko Pop to commemorate my admiration, but that's another story).
On surface level, they might be separated-at-birth cute-but-ugly little twins. Gleefully entering on a familiar territory, both works pull out the proverbial rug under the viewer with forcefully ugly, at times evil reminder that this is not the thing they're looking for, because time moves on and you can never recapture that thing. Difference is, you can practically hear Lynch snickering behind the camera during the infamous 40-minute sweep scene or every time an old beloved character is shown to be an old ass. What Lawrence Guterman and James Harvey "Jamie" Kennedy managed to achieve in Son of the Mask is the level of sincerity that makes three circles around Lynch's juvenile (yes I said it) post modernism while pressenting the same sense of uneasiness and thematic density in a way that few artists have managed in the history of man.
Can't take my eyes off of you, indeed.
Son of the Mask comments on the nature of sequels in a way that Twin Peaks The Return couldn't hope to achieve even if Lynch was in his absolute prime. This level of spiritual understanding just isn't there with Lynch, and that's not a condemnation, no sir. I admired The Return when it was coming out, don't get me wrong--the atomic bomb episode was a true delight that made me rethink our place as humans on this planet and this time (and really made me want to buy an Laura Palmer Funko Pop to commemorate my admiration, but that's another story).
On surface level, they might be separated-at-birth cute-but-ugly little twins. Gleefully entering on a familiar territory, both works pull out the proverbial rug under the viewer with forcefully ugly, at times evil reminder that this is not the thing they're looking for, because time moves on and you can never recapture that thing. Difference is, you can practically hear Lynch snickering behind the camera during the infamous 40-minute sweep scene or every time an old beloved character is shown to be an old ass. What Lawrence Guterman and James Harvey "Jamie" Kennedy managed to achieve in Son of the Mask is the level of sincerity that makes three circles around Lynch's juvenile (yes I said it) post modernism while pressenting the same sense of uneasiness and thematic density in a way that few artists have managed in the history of man.
Can't take my eyes off of you, indeed.
Not to try to go odee with the a***ysis, but honestly the song in the post is breathtaking, an absolute tearjerker. The dance sequence, choreography, hidden thematic double meanings, man. You could write a thesis on that scene alone
The exhale Kennedy’s character releases after springboarding out of the limousine, there is so much ridiculously detailed and layered acting going on in just that one expression, it’s kind of remarkable
Son of the Mask comments on the nature of sequels in a way that Twin Peaks The Return couldn't hope to achieve even if Lynch was in his absolute prime. This level of spiritual understanding just isn't there with Lynch, and that's not a condemnation, no sir. I admired The Return when it was coming out, don't get me wrong--the atomic bomb episode was a true delight that made me rethink our place as humans on this planet and this time (and really made me want to buy an Laura Palmer Funko Pop to commemorate my admiration, but that's another story).
On surface level, they might be separated-at-birth cute-but-ugly little twins. Gleefully entering on a familiar territory, both works pull out the proverbial rug under the viewer with forcefully ugly, at times evil reminder that this is not the thing they're looking for, because time moves on and you can never recapture that thing. Difference is, you can practically hear Lynch snickering behind the camera during the infamous 40-minute sweep scene or every time an old beloved character is shown to be an old ass. What Lawrence Guterman and James Harvey "Jamie" Kennedy managed to achieve in Son of the Mask is the level of sincerity that makes three circles around Lynch's juvenile (yes I said it) post modernism while pressenting the same sense of uneasiness and thematic density in a way that few artists have managed in the history of man.
Can't take my eyes off of you, indeed.
Yo I literally came here to post this. Drives me crazy people don’t fw it harder
I still think about this film on a weekly basis and i will die on that hill of thinking it’s a lot more enjoyable than Uncut Gems
You ain’t wrong
Son of the Mask comments on the nature of sequels in a way that Twin Peaks The Return couldn't hope to achieve even if Lynch was in his absolute prime. This level of spiritual understanding just isn't there with Lynch, and that's not a condemnation, no sir. I admired The Return when it was coming out, don't get me wrong--the atomic bomb episode was a true delight that made me rethink our place as humans on this planet and this time (and really made me want to buy an Laura Palmer Funko Pop to commemorate my admiration, but that's another story).
On surface level, they might be separated-at-birth cute-but-ugly little twins. Gleefully entering on a familiar territory, both works pull out the proverbial rug under the viewer with forcefully ugly, at times evil reminder that this is not the thing they're looking for, because time moves on and you can never recapture that thing. Difference is, you can practically hear Lynch snickering behind the camera during the infamous 40-minute sweep scene or every time an old beloved character is shown to be an old ass. What Lawrence Guterman and James Harvey "Jamie" Kennedy managed to achieve in Son of the Mask is the level of sincerity that makes three circles around Lynch's juvenile (yes I said it) post modernism while pressenting the same sense of uneasiness and thematic density in a way that few artists have managed in the history of man.
Can't take my eyes off of you, indeed.
Raw thoughts, cant believe you ended that hack david lynchs career like that