When he's in that zone, when he's hyperfocused on getting to that finish line, everything makes sense, everything fits together, he's on top of every single thing he needs to know and he's fucking unstoppable When he's not in the car and it's just him, he's helpless
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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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