It has been exactly thirty days since my last blog post, and now I see it fit to post again, on the current film, "Dr. Strangelove or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb" or for the sake of this blog "Dr. Strangelove." Now first things first, yeah the film was amazing. I know everyone is probably praising it, but with all seriousness, a film that can make a man committing suicide, a guy plummeting to his death on a live warhead, and the subsequent annihilation of most civilization funny; now thats just genius. Any other film would be dark, moody and graphic; but not Dr. Strangelove, its hilarious. Its not even a black comedy, its just pure satire.
Despite its excellence, in the entirety of the film I realized one minor blemish, which is the title. Why is it called Dr. Strangelove, he has a total of three minutes of screentime, I mean what gives? Albeit Strangelove is the most interesting character in the film, and Kubrick was probably very proud of this zany character that he created, but he isn't the centerpiece of the film. It makes as much sense as calling it "General Ripper: How I Learned to Drink Rainwater, and Avoid Flouride" or " Major Kong: How I learned to Stop Worrying and Ride the Bomb." Its really just nitpicking, but its sort of irksome.
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