The Blackrock produced greatest
blockbuster of all time says it all; once you go black, you can't go
back. Consider it upward mobility, moving from the smaller
consciousness of daylight to the unlimited time of space itself,
which is a hyphenate – space-time – and probably lasts forever.
And so Hollywood lays to rest America's
greatest little post-Audie-Murphy star before Tom Cruise, reminding
the world the life is a struggle against the never-ending elements
that signify death when a slightly better ship pulls you from the
drowning darkness of a ring a fire set ablaze on the endless ocean,
you should know that ship is probably Tom Cruise.
Since the cancerous disaster of
Fukushima began infecting the world in 2011, Sylvester Stallone has
valiantly dealt with the evils of nuclear trade: so has, of course,
Jean Claude Van Damme and Bruce Willis – who did it twice – making
Arnold Szwarzenegger's contribution a work in progress. The last Batman attacked the
Nuclear industry as rogue and fruitless and at least one of the great
Mexican directors made clear that the world-consuming leviathan was
leaking from the Pacific and needed a nuclear anti-dote.
Well no one splits the atom finer than
old strawberry blond: Robert Redford – not even Stan Lee who
oversaw Marvel's concentration on the nuclear holocaust with the
billion-dollar Avengers – not even Shane Black who visited the
nuclear-powered potential of cancer as a charming introduction to
special hell for the crime of destroying the planet Earth.
This feature length presentation of
America's greatest example of the ultimate loner shows that a
floating piece of diggable planet can quickly turn the greatest
maritime power the world can remember into a starving and delusional
suicidal maniac that dies dreaming of meeting a slightly better
navigator of space-time to complete his upward mobility instead of
abandoning the world to test the tides of time and the jet-black Tom
Cruise.
So the Sundance Kid should orient East
Eastern Asian world powers to save the world before it goes down the
drain thanks to this – the greatest blockbuster ever.
So let us remember the director who
followed the Strawberry Sun.
He separates the world into the dying and the dead.
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