Not exact matches
Maybe it's just harder to make this
kind of film with a volunteer army: The path Swofford takes to the desert is delivered in a progression
of winking flashbacks that collectively amount to that hill
of beans, obscuring his character and making a
cipher of his suffering.
Joe is a
cipher, and the precipitated flashbacks that ostensibly flesh him out and lend gravity to his sufferance for violence feel somehow reductive, unconsidered, rote in a trauma - by - the - numbers
kind of way.
Deprived
of the privilege to joystick this little featureless
cipher boy around, it's reasonable to expect some
kind of compelling characterization in its place, but it's quickly apparent that Abreu intends primarily to use his character, who's technically on a mission to reconnect with an absent father, as a vehicle to shuttle the viewer through a generic exposé on the state
of the world.
Nintendo has turned the plumber into more
of a
cipher in recent years, so it will be interesting to see what
kind of personality they give him.