Watched this in a packed theater in glorious 4K resolution and yeah… this was one of those full circle cinephile moments for ya boy.
I remember being 13/14, first time watching Reservoir Dogs, feeling like I had just cracked the Da Vinci Code of cinema. Thought I was HIM. Walking around like I personally invented violence, dialogue, and dudes in suits bleeding out on church floors.
Then resident Dragon Ball Z button up wearing Black kid in the neighborhood (shoutout my guy RJ) hits me with:
“Do you even know who John Woo is?”
Next day he slides me two of the most bootleg, war crime level VHS tapes I’ve ever seen. Subtitles off-sync, audio sounding like it was recorded through a fish tank.
The Killer and Hard Boiled.
NWTS
Mexican standoffs out the wazoo. Doves flying indoors for no reason. Loyalty, regret, brotherhood, and a homoerotic cop & robber cat/mouse tension, two men with a code circling each other like fate with guns. Pure Hollywood masculine melodrama, chopped into lines and sent straight up the sniffer.
Shoutout my guy RJ. You really changed my y trajectory with two dusty tapes and a little bit of judgment.
Watched this in a packed theater in glorious 4K resolution and yeah… this was one of those full circle cinephile moments for ya boy.
I remember being 13/14, first time watching Reservoir Dogs, feeling like I had just cracked the Da Vinci Code of cinema. Thought I was HIM. Walking around like I personally invented violence, dialogue, and dudes in suits bleeding out on church floors.
Then resident Dragon Ball Z button up wearing Black kid in the neighborhood (shoutout my guy RJ) hits me with:
“Do you even know who John Woo is?”
Next day he slides me two of the most bootleg, war crime level VHS tapes I’ve ever seen. Subtitles off-sync, audio sounding like it was recorded through a fish tank.
The Killer and Hard Boiled.
NWTS
Mexican standoffs out the wazoo. Doves flying indoors for no reason. Loyalty, regret, brotherhood, and a homoerotic cop & robber cat/mouse tension, two men with a code circling each other like fate with guns. Pure Hollywood masculine melodrama, chopped into lines and sent straight up the sniffer.
Shoutout my guy RJ. You really changed my y trajectory with two dusty tapes and a little bit of judgment.