when the monkeyman threw the bone in the air it should have cut to a NOS canister in Dominic Toretto's Charger
this Riley Stearns dude got very publicly cuckolded by Obi-Wan Kenobi and then channeled all his big Divorced Guy Energy into making FOOT-FIST-WAY-cum-SCHIZOPOLIS. kind of a deadpan modern parable about how crypto-fascism indoctrinates ostracized young folks through masculine ritual. there's a dash of smug Diet Lanthimos satire in there but the dripping contempt is understandable given the circumstances. cute dachshund, too.
A walking contradiction. Wants to deconstruct superhero movies in a metatextual way but sticks stringently to origin story formula; wants to appeal to a teenage demo with its juvenile dick joke humor but is stuffed to the gills with pop references for thirtysomethings; wants to be seen as a big bad R-rated comic book film but treats violence as flippantly as a bullshit video game. It's obnoxious. It's boring. It's aesthetically revolting. And it's apparently what the people want, given that it's now the highest-grossing R-rated film of all time. We get the world we deserve.
Important that Chappelle's climactic callback is to his pitch for a superhero who is powered by sexual assault - "he rapes, but he saves," Dave reminds the roaring crowd. It'd be easy to dismiss this comeback set as dated politically incorrect ugliness, with Chappelle gleefully running the gamut from racism to homo/transphobia to Bill Cosby, but there's an underlying thoughtfulness to every bit, an interest in the complexities of human nature and behavior that makes for more than hollow provocation.…