"You are who you choose to be."
"Superman..."
Cold War paranoia used as a vehicle to tell one of the most tender stories about identity and reconciling one's nature, well, ever. It shatters my heart into a million pieces every time, then–as miraculous as the Giant's initial arrival–remotely reassembles the shards and leaves me with the biggest, dumbest smile on my face.
“You were always the best of men in the worst of times.”
A tremendous conclusion to what is, in my book,
undoubtedly the best action franchise ever, but pound for pound might be flat out the best film franchise period.
Several points in this where it feels like there are way too many balls in the air plot-wise but with set pieces that miraculously cool and stakes that high involving characters I love, I kind of don’t give a shit? …
