Still thinking about Knight of Cups. About how Christian Bale’s Rick walks through the movie as if asleep. How he doesn’t even seem present. How he doesn’t fight for anything. How he’s no knight at all, or if he is one, then like many of the knights on the quest for the Holy Grail (a cup) in John Boorman’s Excalibur, he ends up forgetting himself, his purpose, his quest, lost in a fog of evil enchantment. How if this film is any indication, Masha was right recently when she wrote, “It is the age of the female knight. The boys are asleep. And they won’t wake up.”
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