Eyes, lungs, liver, so many snacks.....
We've gotten all too critical about everything, too opinionated, and not to mention, a wee bit too self-important. Oh, that teen taking a selfie in the middle of the road, yeah, that's just one of the symptoms of the ostensible know-it-all times that we find ourselves in. The way we watch our movies, too, reflects our obsession with benchmarks. A villain must enthrall no less than Heath Ledger's Joker, the hero has to be dark, cocky, built like a monster-truck, unbreakable and yet human. Oh, he should must also be decimated, body and soul, before he rises from the ashes like a blazing phoenix. Anti-heroes on the other hand, have been quite a blessing, and a huge relief from the polarising good-vs evil dilemma. The Dirty Harrys (Clint Eastwood), Travis Beckies (Robert DeNiro in Taxi Driver), Louis Blooms (Jake Gyllenhaal in Nightcrawler) and to an extent, even Tony Stark (Robert Downey Jr. as Iron Man), have served in spades the much needed shades of grey. Tom Hardy...