I'm supposed to be doing a take home exam - this is prep, get it all out
Nah, stuff answering the questions. I just wanna write about The Boys, forever.
This movie, this fucking movie.
So intense, and amazing and, fucking
David Wenham, jesus, his eyes don't change, the whole way, he's so, removed, but he's running everything, and. But his voice, he knows how he's using his voice. He sounds like a normal person, nags and frets and jokes, but his face, his eyes, they never change, never show you anything. He's terrifying. And you can see it, the other characters, they all know, they're all frightened of him, but no one will ever say.
The rage, and the tension, and the silence, it's terrifying - you know, and the characters know, something's going to happen. You oughta chain them up, Michelle says. And the whole way, you can see them busting out. Getting worse, stewing. Then exploding. They fucking, they want to attack everything, tear something apart.
And the camera, and the angles. When Brett hugs Nola - that's not a normal place for the camera to sit, cutting their heads out like that. Because there's something else going on here, Brett's doing something here. And around corners and through doorways, handheld, shaking and sneaking and peaking up and capturing things that you're not supposed to see. You're not supposed to see into a household like this, into these dynamics, not supposed to see into a mind like Brett's - not that he ever really lets you, those dead eyes, you never see anything past those dead eyes. But you see how he's working, how he's manipularting . Psychpath, and all this anger he has, all this resentment. Why didn't ya's come to visit me? - he hates threm all, drags them all down with him.
We're all gods in our own world. And these are the worlds that we've made. - not that the world's made him, not that he's a product of his society, but he's done this, he wants it, he's making control. You fuckin' do it to them, he says, Only one way out.
Jesus, this movie. Australian film is capable of such awesome things. Because of that voice, this accent we have, there's so much you can put into that voice, so much rage, so much humour, so much, fucking, anything, because that accent is so unadorned, can be so terrifying because there's nothing romantic about it in this setting. Poetic sometimes, but not romantic. It's a voice that knows things, that grits down deep and drags things up. We don't talk about things in words, we show them through image and sounds and look. We stealth around the issue, reveal it and revel in it but never talk about it. That's for wusses and Americans, talking about things. We fucking do it. Fucking feelings, no fucking way. We'll fester and joke and mull, and tear things apart, and we and you'll never quite know why.
Because there's so much going on under the surface, always unarticulated, but acted upon, both subtley and explosively. And always that voice, that accent, rough as guts.
Jesus, this movie.