The same mind movie, three times in a row, about a bunch of bank robbers trapped in a sprawling junkyard, trying to get away after a heist:
In the first iteration they barely escape, having lost many of their band, and those who do are badly wounded & probably fatally. In the second they've strategized, fight back successfully, and escape without any casualties, but they'll probably get nabbed. So when I play the reel for the third time, it's all very clever & well-organized & stylish, lots of pyrotechnics. Everything is fictionalized, and the Director in my head overseeing it all likens this retreaded narrative to being very Tarantino, making the deliberate choice to be more commercially appealing & less factual in each successive iteration. Success is all a question of how to present the violence.
My mind talking to me about how I process trauma, and how Real any of that processing is? A dissertation on dissociation, I suppose. I note at no point were the police visible: they were always on the outside, firing blindly in. There's no clear notion of whether the invisible police suffered any casualties, either. Artificial & disinterested in any outside perspective.
Rather like 'Reservoir Dogs', in more ways than one.
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