scientiae: My friend and I went and saw it, a day before it was released nationwide, in a rural cinema a hundred km from home, just to be able to spoil the movie (for anyone within earshot that night).
timppu: Are you talking about Joker or the 1989 Batman movie?
Either way, that is cruel. I prefer fake spoiling, like when I went to watch Die Hard 2 with my friend and we came out of the cinema, I proclaimed loudly outside the cinema "You know, I was quite surprised when McClane's wife died at the end, right?" so that the people queuing for the next viewing would hear me.
They couldn't possibly be mad at me as she didn't die after all! If anything, they should have been relieved.
I have done some fake spoiling, too. I must confess that we were totally evil. I should like to report that I felt extreme contrition after the fact, but certainly I did not.
In my defence, I don't believe I have ever spoilt another film, deliberately or not; so I can at least conclude that the process was cathartic on some level and obviated any further social licence for malfeasance. (The first line of my reply is the crucial line of dialogue from the particular movie, whichever it may be, so I leave those interested to research this, should they feel so inclined. Or just watch both films. :)
Speaking of which, there is quite a murmur for accolades for Mr Phoenix in this retcon of the Caped Crusader villain on the half-centenary celebration. We just watched
Verdict, and I have to say that one definite casualty in the rush to denigrate all white males are opportunistic also-rans that would never have been successful without a biased system to preference them, and that is Paul Newman. Together with Charlotte Rampling, they make this a true classic. Back before the power of courtroom drama was a guaranteed noisemaker, when it was as much of a gamble as bring a suit, this film helped to create the whole genre.
I challenge anyone to find a finer performance reflecting the nadir of the lawyer portrayed by Mr Newman. His wordless emotion says more in a few seconds than all the screwed up over-wrought attempts so common nowadays. Truly, when his character realizes the forces allied against him in this forlorn endeavour he has vaingloriously chosen, even George Clooney in
Michael Clayton is a distant second.
Who said every gamer has to only like science fiction or space opera?
On that note, I would like to make two further comments: firstly there is no way a film like
Oblivion would have been possible without PKD. Talk about a clone war, that is just a modern retcon of his androids.
Secondly, having said this, we also recently watched the auteur Mr Nolfi's
opus magnum,
The Adjustment Bureau. If you look closely, you'll find the answer to the eternal problem of a socialist state: compulsion either encourages lethal fatalism or quashes surprising ingenuity. It's as if he's saying that Kant's imperative is the perfect heuristic when measuring the fairness of any decision by the group against an individual member. Taking a(nother) PKD short story, he has built an effective statement to the constructionist dialectical so enmeshed in political discourse. Or you could just enjoy it as a thriller. :)
edit: correct courtroom historiographic comparison