22 Nov 2015
Western pop culture is so comprehensively bathed in fascist thinking that our “entertainment” frequently looks like this, where one set of unlovable, super-militarized grunts is pitted against another, some nonsense about the fight for freedom is superimposed over top, and we’re expected to care about the difference.
“Excited” is not the word I would use to describe my feelings towards The Hunger Games IV: Mockingjay Part II: Electric Boogaloo. Sequels creep on their petty pace from day to day to the last syllable of recorded time. You can’t escape them. Eventually they show up as one of your Netflix Top Picks and you mindlessly watch a property dragged along without any of the same energy or cleverness as the original – and if you are very lucky, second – foray.
(Via Rob Burroughs)