Jupiter Ascending
On impulse, I went to see the new movie from the Wachowskis, “Jupiter Ascending” today. I wasn’t expecting that much - the reviews have been generally terrible, citing an incoherent plot. I was hoping that it would be gorgeous and would only insult my intelligence a little.
The reviewers are fucking idiots.
This movie is gorgeous. It is wall to wall eyegasms. And it explains its plot perfectly fine; it just assumes you’re actually intelligent, and doesn’t set everything out for you at the beginning. The dialogue is mixed clearly, so it’s easy to figure out what the hell is going on.
It also has a climactic fight that takes place between a dragon-man and a sexy space werewolf who has shoes that let him rail-grind on thin air. In the middle of a giant refinery that looks like a Gothic cathedral. Said refinery is slowly sinking into Jupiter’s atmosphere, and is collapsing around everyone during the fight.
The design in this movie is amazing. The spaceships. Oh my fuck the spaceships. My jaw dropped at some of the shots of the spaceships. I cannot remember the last time I wanted a movie’s art book this bad - hell, this is the first time I can remenber wanting one in the first place, to be honest, and there doesn’t seem to be one. AAARG.
Go see this movie while it is still on the big screen. Prepare to have multiple eyegasms. And a surprisingly intelligent plot to go with them.
There is one movie this reminds me of more than anything else: The Fifth Element. Gorgeous, self-aware, and told with the narrative terseness of a French SF comic book. And utterly panned by the critics.
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