Remember, Remember, the Fifth of November. Odd how cyclical things can be. Timing is everything. I take a drunken sober pause right now and wonder if this date will once again live on under a different light. Or not. There’s a lot of dates we remember, or are at told to, from the last few years. There may be dates in the next few years we should probably note in some way, shape or form. But say what you will, I wonder if the Fifth of November, or if not then but somewhere in the following months will be a date we will mark on our calendars for years to come. Every dystopian sci-fi film from the last 80+ years kindsa describes a particular of an aftermath. And it’s weird, they all seem to have a similar fascist control kinda bent to them. Growing up and having history classes on one particular war, I always was like, that’s stupid, how would the population go along with that? Who would do such things? But I think now about how it started. Why people did those things, ignored others. Lookin around now? I can understand it. I can see how it happens, in real fucking time. I hope more people understand, too.
Fortunately, that is all totally about this film and the review. The above are basically just ruminations of the characters within.
This is a well done movie on some serious shit. Some of the plot points are a bit off, with the Wachowskis having screenplay credits that may accentuate some of the lamer subplotting, but whatever. Good emotional punch. It’s interesting to see that with every year since the story’s inception, we creep steadily toward the same conclusion. I think it’s partially written by Alan Moore who also did The Watchmen, too. When we see aliens arrive here in a flash in New York City, we’ll know this particular chapter is finished.
