In an alternate dystopian present a couple in rural Kerala, South India, try to decide whether or not to become immortal (by downloading the consciousness into chips). In a world where political parties create immortals instead of martyrs, procreation becomes an indulgence rather than necessity what becomes of identity? How much of the individual and how much of the multitude is pared down to meet the needs of the future?
I have been a long-time fan of the Marvel Cinematic Universe ever since it made its official debut through 2008's absolutely excellent "Iron Man". The run continued, as did my associated fandom of the films, through the utterly EPIC 2019 finale "Avengers: Endgame".
The movie opens with an empty house, cameras pan around from the perspective of what viewers are confused about at first, but turns out to be a spirit living in the home.
Based on the fairy character from previous movies, this fantasy movie gives viewers magic.
When diverse representation is featured on-screen, it oftentimes comes with strings attached that undermine the message they were trying to send. This can be attributed to the fact that behind-the-screen, the industry primarily does not reflect the breadth of diverse difference that is present in daily life. That’s why when something as powerful and authentic as Minari comes along, it is both incredibly wonderful and needs a large audience to witness it.
At its heart, it’s a fond tribute to an influential artist and thus one that can speak to everyone’s inner artist, even if it lacks the sincere commentary you may wish to see.
