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Following works of Mr. Nolan, in my opinion so far he remained neutral towards the topic of his movie itself, and concentrated on the art. This movie deviates a bit from this practice, delivering the strongest critique of the United States politicians' incompetence and stupidity over the years (and still consistently continuing; only names change). Elaborating this would deviate too far from the movie review, so it remains as an observer's statement and "as is". The movie is, however well and professionally directed, with some author's touch here and there (but nothing too extreme). Some actors were truly excellent, especially Mr. Downey Jr., Mr. Murphy, Mr. Clarke, and Mr. Oldman (as Truman). Music is good, as well as editing. There are simply too many characters and relations in the movie, so it takes a bit of an effort to "connect the dots". As one reviewer noticed here, could be exhausting. So, all in all this is a good movie and not about the bomb (or the underlying science). It's an excerpt from a story about a nation that was built on genocide of natives, slavery, racism, despoilment, hypocrisy, lies, propaganda and deceptions. There were quite a number of (American) movies with the same or similar criticism, but no one (except the artists) learned anything from them, so the saga continues. Pity.

As you probably got from the reviews before, this movie is trash. However, it doesn't even try to be something else, so the approach here is honest (if nothing else). No one involved took this movie seriously. Don't be mad with Stallone. He gives the audience a classic cheap exploitation action movie: poor sfx, bad casting, even worse "acting", cheesy jokes, quick cuts, lots of "target practicing" with waves of "enemies" and, of course, lots of explosions. And the main role goes to the guy who invested most of the money as a producer. No, this is not a Shakespearean tragedy/comedy. So, besides being expandables or contractables, they're just plain consumables. Or not, depending on your mood that day.

Another installment in the Star Wars fairy tales (there's more science in Hitchcock's Psycho, btw.) brings us an attempt to be appealing to all generations and fails stupidly. First of all, one has to be aware that this is a Disney "cartoon" with live actors, so there are an abundance of cliches, common in all Disney works (or abominations, depending on the perspective). Starts off relatively promising and serious, giving a (false) impression that this might just be good as a fairy tale for grownups. However, approaching the conclusion, it returns back to childish plot (but not for children; just infantile) with some sort of turtle-like Ewoks from another (really, there's no physics laws here) galaxy (we're talking billions and billions of light years in a few hours travel). AS that is not enough, there are zombies (wearing armor, but still) and magic and swords ... dragons are only what's missing. Maybe vampires and werewolfs (there are large dog/horse mixes). Again, this is a fairy tale, not SF in any aspect. What started many years ago as a compilation of ideas stolen (sorry, borrowed) by Lucas (from Burroughs, Valerian comics and so on), turned into recycled ready-made product for nobody and anybody. There are good actors / direction, camera work, music and scenery, though. In short: professionally made nonsense. Suggestion: brain off, eyes / ears on and endure. Don't think. Maybe you'll like it. Leaves a bitter aftertaste, nevertheless.