I realize that Idris Elba was in his early 30s when his character "Stringer" Bell was shot dead by Omar and Brother Mouzone in The Wire—but I admit, I did not recognize him until halfway through Pacific Rim. A man can change in nearly a decade, I suppose.
I thoroughly enjoyed watching Guillermo del Toro's Kaijū vs. Jaeger movie, but man—if I wanted to sit here (culturally) analyzing a filmic representation of an Orientalist love story where evil is conquered by nuclear power while racialized bodies are also conveniently eliminated, I need look no further. But hey, who am I to complain about 2+ hours worth of jolly good entertainment? (Plus the father-son farewell scene made me cry.) I also found the film to be visually spectacular (in all senses of the word)—if anyone can make a kaijū look both piss-in-your-pants chilling and breathtakingly beautiful, it's del Toro. (The Pale Man from Pan's Labyrinth remains one of my favorite movie monsters.) Besides, watching Pacific Rim indirectly reminded me that I need to go and watch more episodes of Treme—since it's been generally acknowledged that David Simon is a genius. Hamsterdam...ha.
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