In this appreciation thread I will add one more thing I don't know if Lana Wachowski has an ADHD diagnosis, but this movie is an absolutely ADHD movie and I mean that in the best possible way The movie makes that clear from the very first scene
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(They diagnose minds like this as broken Always moving *too fast*, speeding toward the horizon, that moves on four wheels and not two legs, that can't change direction without accelerating, that needs to travel down an open road without obstacles or it will shudder to a halt)
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(And in a world without roads, it would be A racecar trying to go where a racecar can't -- trying to hike through the woods like an animal bred for the rough terrain of nature -- is a sad, useless, expensive hunk of metal)
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(But maybe, just maybe If you can, somehow, scrape together the seed capital Give that car a pit crew, fill up its tires and its gas tank, clear a path for it down the smoothly paved track a racecar needs And watch it do the things ONLY a racecar can do Watch it fucking GO)
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This movie is a pretty great demonstration of "show, don't tell" and the power of form over content in cinema Talking about it at all in words sounds schmaltzy But the movie works because it is, in every way, in every shot and every cut and every frame, a demonstration
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Like, maybe it's my meta knowledge of the Wachowskis' struggles in Hollywood Or maybe it's how the years since 2008 have gone for me, personally A lot of harsh lessons, about talent, and success, and neurodivergence But when Speed crosses the finish line I was fucking bawling
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