This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
Tosses lighter and says, "there's your f***ing metaphor, mate."
I didn't mind this while it was on, but the contradictions of the lead character ultimately killed it dead. A confused attempt to make the inheritance millionaire (billionaire?) Lara Croft more relatable, whilst simultaneously suggesting that it is her money, status and genetic makeup that give her worth above all else. Troubling.
If we are to take some of the character's feelings as representing the filmmaker's view, there were some attitudes that came through this film that I couldn't go along with. Although as a satire it avoids overtly stating anything and so invokes the shield of plausible deniability.
They are as follows:
- Theatre is better and more worthy than film.
I find the theatre to be a great workshop for actors but the results have never impressed me as much…
Much like Blade Runner 2049 I didn't like the intellectual weight heaped upon this re-imagining of a genre favourite. Whilst both are tasteful and accomplished their own way, there is something distant and analytical about how the films are presented. It's as though the originals were put in a blender along with all the film/media studies essays that have been written about them in the intervening years.