Sucker Punch: the feminist.
When Sucker Punch came out most people hated it. They talked about the visuals, the effects and the girls, all but calling the film a soulless shiny object. they said it didn't have personality or character, they said it was sexed up misogyny or walmart feminism. That all the things these young women went threw, was nothing more then traps for grown men to fall into, too sadistically smile at these barbies come to life. That it had no purpose, no song or reason, only the desire to play with the Bambi eyed cast like a pit bull plays with a kitten.
Let me start this by saying in no uncertain terms, I disagree with all that bull-shit. I disagree with the naive way that most people choose to look at things that make them uncomfortable, that we live in a society where the reality of what actual empowerment is, can't be said on basic cable, or out-loud at all, for that matter. That all the shit they went threw, be it Baby doll, Blondie, Sweat pea, Amber or the gangster Rocket, was nothing more then some people taking a moment to find their fight. Victory is the illusion, survival is the only reality and the sad point is, the best part of you can wither faster then your body can keep up. You lose your dignity, and their ain't much that anyone can do for you.
The film is structured with layers that I think most people like to think of as different levels of Baby dolls subconscious mind removing herself from her drawn-out duel with reality. This is a fine explanation but the film really is one of the few visual representations of the stream of consciousness those cats in the last century's literary world were so fond of using and yes there is a difference, if you look at it as a stream of consciousness, then we are experiencing the emotional reality of the character as apposed to watching her remove herself from that reality.
So bad things happen to good people, good people can be the best victims, what separates the victims from the martyred? If winning, no matter the cost, is your only option. How can we look down on the failure, as anything more then the human soul at it's most noble. You use your weapons whether they be a katana and a hand gun or your Bambi eyes and pouting lips. Life ain't like a government program to decide who gets the scholarship, which is to say it ain't fair people. You shouldn't need anyone to tell you that for you to know it too be true. The world is not your friend and I doubt it ever will be.
Let me start this by saying in no uncertain terms, I disagree with all that bull-shit. I disagree with the naive way that most people choose to look at things that make them uncomfortable, that we live in a society where the reality of what actual empowerment is, can't be said on basic cable, or out-loud at all, for that matter. That all the shit they went threw, be it Baby doll, Blondie, Sweat pea, Amber or the gangster Rocket, was nothing more then some people taking a moment to find their fight. Victory is the illusion, survival is the only reality and the sad point is, the best part of you can wither faster then your body can keep up. You lose your dignity, and their ain't much that anyone can do for you.
The film is structured with layers that I think most people like to think of as different levels of Baby dolls subconscious mind removing herself from her drawn-out duel with reality. This is a fine explanation but the film really is one of the few visual representations of the stream of consciousness those cats in the last century's literary world were so fond of using and yes there is a difference, if you look at it as a stream of consciousness, then we are experiencing the emotional reality of the character as apposed to watching her remove herself from that reality.
So bad things happen to good people, good people can be the best victims, what separates the victims from the martyred? If winning, no matter the cost, is your only option. How can we look down on the failure, as anything more then the human soul at it's most noble. You use your weapons whether they be a katana and a hand gun or your Bambi eyes and pouting lips. Life ain't like a government program to decide who gets the scholarship, which is to say it ain't fair people. You shouldn't need anyone to tell you that for you to know it too be true. The world is not your friend and I doubt it ever will be.
"You have all the weapons you need, now fight!"
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