Leigh Whannell’s The Invisible Man (2020), or This Song Is Too About You

Clopping down hardwood hallways with ridiculous clown steps symptomizes white people’s wispy attention to the matter of their bodies in space. Their bones develop disbelieving in police boredom, belts, backhands, in-school suspensions, eyes of the ilk of assistant principals haven’t felt them up enough.

 

Surveillance surprises Cecilia as, the film insists, it should me.

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