It was a spur-of-the-moment decision yesterday afternoon to hit the road and mosey on into town to see the latest that Hollywood has to offer: “Winchester.” Following is my take on the film.
Helen Mirren exhibits a stunning performance as Old, Tormented, Haunted America who wears a black veil to mourn her violent, gun-ridden past.
Jason Clarke is the foggy-minded doctor dope fiend hooked on laudanum who does not see the state of the Union (the United States) until he is dope-free and his mind clear. Not only is he tasked with trying to find out what Old, Tormented, Haunted America really wants, he plays a dual role as the personification of the United Government/Congress.
Sarah Snook is New America, hopeful for a new beginning, a female Diogenes of sorts, looking for the truth and carrying a lighted lamp hither and yon through the maze of confusion to lead the way to a new, violent-free existence.
Eamon Farren is the Ghost of America Past, a man who personifies all mass shootings and the constant civil war he wages. He cannot be stopped until the dope fiend doctor’s refurbished magic bullet is put to a better use than murder.
Laura Brent acts as the personification of Confused People throughout history who committed suicide with a rifle (or any type of gun), because, you know, guns are evil.
Tyler Coppin plays a convincing role as The Anti-Gun Lobby who must help Old, Tormented, Haunted America (Mirren) get through the confusion of guns versus no guns.
Douglas Embry represents a shackled black slave, a reminder of slavery, “that peculiar institution,” which also suggests the Second Amendment also is a “peculiar institution” that must be abolished.
Angus Sampson: The Builder who works behinds the scenes.
Finn Scicluna-O’Prey is the Future of America, a victim of circumstances.
Thirteen Nails. In an Oscar-worthy performance, these represent the Original Thirteen States. Throughout the film, Old, Tormented, Haunted America insists that thirteen nails, and only thirteen, must be used to shut rooms (or all avenues) to keep the Ghosts of the Second Amendment locked up so they won’t continue to hurt people. Subtly stated, they teasingly infer that the damnable Second Amendment should have been killed with the Founding Fathers of the Original Thirteen States and have not even seen the light of day.
The Black Veil. It makes a stunning performance on Old, Tormented, Haunted America’s head to denote the shame, shame, shame of allowing guns in society. Or maybe guns, in general. Either way, it’s a dramatic and classy performance.
The Intercom System. Its role was magnificently played out to emphasize “Who out there in America will hear The Cry of Gun Control? Hello? Hello?”
The 1906 San Francisco Earthquake. It’s brought out of retirement to play the part of shaking up things and shaking sense into American society to realize that gun control is the way to go.
The Greenhouse Garden. The Womb of a New America, where the dope fiend doctor finally can “see,” his head is cleared about the evils of guns, and engages his Refurbished Magic Bullet to do the deed.
The Refurbished Magic Bullet. The magic bullet (The Vote to Repeal) that kills the Second Amendment and provides hope to all with its motto, “Forever Together” engraved on its casing.
Automatic Writing. In a heroic performance outside of its comfort zone, it not only writes, but draws interior room designs to denote the struggles of writing new, never before used verbiage to kill the Second Amendment.
Laudanum. The proverbial enabling ostrich with its head in the sand.
The Winchester Repeating Rifle. As always, its role is to repeat the mantra, “Guns, bad. Second Amendment repeal, good.” Lock, load, and repeat, ad infinitum.
The Second Amendment. The Snidely Whiplash of this film. ‘Nuf said.
The intelligence of the American movie-going public.
At the end, The Thirteen Nails pounded into “the nails in the coffin” of the Second Amendment, is scarily pushed out, one by one by the National Rifle Association (who had no face nor lines in the film). Rumor has it, the NRA wasn’t paid nor was credited, either.
Before the film started, I noticed that there was a plethora of film trailers touting upcoming paranormal movies. That’s because the subliminal message to the audience was that “Winchester” is a movie about the paranormal. I wish it was.
Yeah. Right. What a crock this film was. It’s all about attempting to brainwash the public about gun control.
It made me laugh, then scoff at the film in disgust.
It’s too bad that these wags used the real Sarah Winchester, an heir to the Winchester Repeating Arms Company to peddle their transparent message. I wanted an entertaining movie, not to be preached to.
And, finally, what’s up with the similar movie poster to “My Cousin Rachel?”
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