Fever Film #1 - Jupiter Ascending and the Time Capital

I´m not going to lie. I didn’t watch Jupiter Ascending (2015, dir. Lana and Lilly Wachowski) because I was curious to watch a devastating story told with minimal cinematic means (for that I could have just clicked on Mouchette. But I didn´t). I watched it because I had a fever and wanted to look at Channing Tatum with wolf ears.

My body wanted something silly and galactically mesmerizing. The film is bonkers; I’m not going to advocate for it. The critics are right about that: the plot is stitched together like bad fanfiction, the dialogue often sounds like it was written by real-life inept bureaucrats, and the tonal jumps - space opera, bureaucracy satire, casual romance - are muddy and incoherent.

But then there are these fragments that remind you that the Wachowskis are still talented big kids. The line that stayed with me: