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the girl with red hair from Charlie Brown. ah, take a 5
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I still have to give the previous one as a gift.
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And the Nazi pilots are not even that incompetent, considering they take down two Spitfires out of three... I don’t know. You seem a bit gratuitous and forced to me. And I willingly grant Nolan a touch of final rhetoric (the only one in the whole film). After all, he’s English, and that fits.
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Well-written review, but I find myself in disagreement; it seems you want to go against the grain at all costs. With weak arguments, if not incomprehensible ones. And I say this as a critical viewer of Nolan's entire body of work; I found Inception and Interstellar heavy and excessive in their intertwining narratives overloaded with temporal paradoxes and metaphilosophical ramblings. But here, no. It's a perspective on war that's different from the usual, I would say unprecedented. Respectful of "veracity," supported by impeccable imagery and direction. The construction on three different temporal planes is brilliant, and so what if there are no graphic scenes? The tension is equally present in the face of a perpetually looming and never framed enemy (another successful device that conveys a sense of relentless anxiety). If you expect something else from a war film, it doesn't seem enough to claim that the movie is going nowhere.
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Here it is. I confirm, this was your area. Perfectly on point. Quick, concise, effective. Just like Sir Mike & Dave.
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It's a fucking blockbuster. Made really well though. And it shows. Everything you write is true, but that's the kind of offering it is. You can't go to McDonald's and complain because there's no caviar.
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I'm sorry, but I can no longer listen to anything under three minutes. However, I still care about you.
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but what the hell ...
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and yet, in the long run, they tire me. I have Pork Soda and Sailing the Seas of Cheese, and they rarely make it into the player. I don't know... they give me a perpetual sense of implosion, in the vague anticipation of some detonation that never arrives, compressed between the coils of crooked virtuosity. Almost claustrophobic... I don't know if I'm explaining myself. Even a deaf person like me understands the technical/bass excellence and the uniqueness of the proposal. I can only take them in small doses, that’s it.
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ah ... here we go. I see you've freed yourself. Welcome back, good luck with your debut as a reviewer (it's not my genre though).