There is so much baggage around the live-action remake of Ghost in the Shell I have been struggling with where to start. I do not want to seem calloused by ignoring the issues, but at the same time I just want to talk about the movie. Yes, director Rupert Sanders (or whomever was ultimately responsible for casting) whitewashed the Major by using Scarlet Johansson. In the current climate that seems incredibly foolish, and while there are probably good enough reasons why (or even if there are not), I am not interested in pursuing them here.
So…. Iron Fist…
It was not terrible, but at the same time it was not nearly as good as the other Marvel/Netflix shows. I suppose it was inevitable that one of them would be a flop, right? I mean, they all can’t be amazing, can they? While there were a slew of problems in Iron Fist, for me there were three main problems that dragged it down.
When I heard about Kong: Skull Island I thought, Warner Brothers is giving the kaiju genre a reboot. Okay, I’m in. Not that that’s a huge vote of confidence. I mean, who am I, right? Eschewing the self-deprecation, in saying I’m in I was just voicing my decision that I was willing to bet my $10 that Kong: Skull Island was worth 10 bucks. Still, my tastes favor big Hollywood blockbuster films, sometimes against my better judgement (can you say Transformers?). But… the trailer for Kong: Skull Island was intriguing: King Kong vs the US Army circa the Vietnam War. Thing is, quite often trailers are far better than the movies they are promoting.
To be honest, going into Logan I wasn’t expecting much, though I was hoping they would go out big. My dismissive attitude wasn’t fair to Hugh Jackman, who’s done a fine job playing Logan, but it was justifiable considering the franchise hasn’t always fired on all cylinders. No matter how good Jackman’s portrayal was, when everything else was mediocre, the whole thing suffered. Duh, right?
As a white guy I can’t actually know what it is like for a black person living in America; I can only imagine and even then only in a very limited way. I understand inequality. I understand the unspoken caste system masked behind the hypocritical rhetoric that proclaims: “freedom for all.” I understand that everyone falls somewhere in the continuum of haves and have nots, with black Americans making up a disproportionate number of the have nots. Understanding these is Get Out’s starting gate.