I feel like established directors should really hold onto editors. Did The Batman need to be 3 hours? Hell no. Does Oppeneheimer? Probably not. Am I going to see Killers of the Flower Moon knowing it's 3 and a half? Yeah, I'll wait for that shit to go to streaming.
Barbie clocked under two hours, and it was an existential examination on what it means to be a human. It was efficient, effective, and entertaining as hell. The more I think about it, the more I love it. I truly wasn't expecting this reaction. I'm the most basic, white, hetero guy you can imagine. Shit, half my personality is just "golf." But this movie. Damn. It shook me to my core. I'm not even really talking about the feminist part, that was just preaching to the choir (although America Ferrera NAILED her monologue, and Gosling easily deserves the Oscar for playing the idiot scumbag). I'm talking about the last 15 minutes. I never expected a fucking Barbie movie to make the concept of death seem beautiful.
We've been dealing with a pretty rough death in our personal lives, and this movie was like a tidal wave of perspective. Death is why life matters so much. In the natural world, we're incredibly privileged to know it's going to happen. We can use that knowledge to make the most of life. Every day matters to us because we don't know for sure if there will be another one.
I mean it when I say I love you all.
All this because of a fucking Barbie movie. Give Greta Gerwig the rights to Transformers you fucking cowards