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#when action movie heroes look at the badass leading ladies with heart eyes#this is my aesthetic
This was the beginning for me
This was the first time I realized I had an aesthetic, before I knew what the word meant.
Beautiful, brightly-colored futures no matter how dystopian the government. Art and culture and music and fashion and joy as a sub plot, with aliens that are eight flavors of weird but recognizably human, with the same kind of love and dedication and all new kinds of beauty to discover.
Technology that is both breathtakingly futuristic and endlessly recognizable, that fails in a recognizable way. Bureaucracy without Kafka.
Angry action heroes who claim to have no fucks and no skills, secretly filled with care and kindness and ambition and cleverness and talent, who break out of their stock-still inertia to help a beautiful stranger save the world.
A gorgeous woman, surprisingly less sexualized than you’d think for all the nudity, smarter and kinder and faster and gentler and better than everyone else in the movie.
The pinnacle of masculinity being a fast-talking black man who covers himself in elaborate hairstyles and beautiful flowers and extreme outfits, clearly cultured and an unquestionable good-guy despite all the queer coding, someone who loves his job and dedicates himself to it entirely, who has friends and who doesn’t put on a fake persona on the air.
The funny bits are funny, not gallows humor but delightful giggly silly funny and quotable, endlessly, in contexts that are not at all grim. And the dramatic bits are glorious. And the good guys win.
This is why I loved Jupiter Ascending. This is why I adore Pacific Rim. This is why I stan for comic books that’ve forgotten about Watchmen. This is the definition of formatlive, y’all. If you don’t understand this movie, you don’t understand me.