Sure, listening to a Charlize Theron Dead Pan scenario is trendy. Fine! Whoopee! Fulfill the male fantasy! (And be yourself) Barely polite and so institutionally burlesque as a conspiracy of negation in retroactive plan to be caught incensed. Sure, that could mean Dead Pan, (Hisper) but then again so could repulsed rejection...
It really depends on the audience...
Thing...
Clown...
Fake experience that is pleasurable. Trendy. Trendy? Trendy.
This film screams rape joke corrected; it screams killing joke corrected
as pure normal cynicism of freedom to censor. (Honesty)
1) New greatest one take ever. (Sorry Redford; G_d)
2) Words like 'clandestine officer,' meet concepts like Trust No One, while
exposing themselves as people who, 'Can read a fucking map,' lying over the
dead who make and respect and retort and recognize allusions to Niccolo Machiavelli,
including a miraculous bad-guy escape mirrored by the un-likely heroine of a film that
actually calls Fascists Communists.
So...
McAvoy the Earth. Theron the sky. When the photography is action, the action is photography, and in the case of Charlize Theron that means, it seems, mostly everything, delivering a pitch perfect and very realistic female Action star with, yes, the above.
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