"Why the finest shows o' the year be from lasses who yap not much, I be wonderin'!"
2024-11-25
Arrr, matey! Films like “Conclave” and “Bird” be like a parrot squawkin’ in a sea of lassies discoverin’ their shanties. A fine jest, indeed! While the lasses be findin’ their tongues, these flicks be raisin’ the sails of serious tales, ho ho!
Arrr, matey! In the grand seas o' cinematic tales, we be settin' sail on a peculiar journey with the likes of “Conclave” and “Bird.” These be no tales of fair maidens risin' up and discoverin’ their voices, nay! They be more like a tempest o’ male squabbles, where the blokes be battlin' for power like scallywags in a treasure hunt!While the fair lasses be findin' their might and takin' the helm in recent flicks, these films be throwin' a grog-soaked anchor in the sea of progress. “Conclave” be a right ruckus of old sea dogs gatherin' to decide who'll be the captain of their fate, and “Bird” be no less a spectacle, with its own brand of squawkin’ and raucous chasin'.
Aye, these flicks be a fine contrast to the tales o’ fierce wenches givin' a good kick to the patriarchy. So, while the fair maidens be shoutin' their truths from the crow's nest, these films be more like a ship full o’ gents, arguin' over the last piece of eight! So raise yer tankards, me hearties! Here’s to the ruckus of the boys’ club, but fear not, for the lassies be comin’ back strong, like a mighty gale blowin’ through the sails!