This was a post I meant to make when it was still in theaters, but I missed my window. However, now it’ll be coming out for home viewing, so I figured now is as good of a time as any:
All POC in the film are played by people who are actually of that race
This article talks about how the director had everyone do cowboy stuff, even when not filming, but more importantly when he was given a list of mostly white actors for a potential cast, he went out of his way to make it racially diverse
Strong, powerful female character who is surrounded by 7 testosterone-filled cowboys and none of them make a move on her
Nor does she go thirsting after them
Much of the violence is heavily implied/doesn’t show a ton of blood, yet still super bad ass, leaving it to be a nice balance for both squeamish and bloodthirsty viewers alike
Chris Pratt does magic tricks
A great example of a genre movie being updated with modern day film techniques, but not going super duper overboard and adding like laser robots and shit just because they can
Support POC directors!
Don’t want to hear any racial slurs, even though they’re “historically accurate”? Fear not, there are none in this movie! (x)
correction: the term r*dskin does pop in once, but it is brief
Addresses the issue of PTSD as a result of the Civil War
Cool explosions and gunfights
Everyone sort of collectively agrees that Billy Rocks and Goodnight Robicheaux are cowboy boyfriends
If you’re looking for a new, friendly fandom, I can tell you right now that this is a good one–I have yet to see a single ship war or hate messages for differing opinions
Literally, what you see is what you get: seven cowboys riding in to fuck shit up and kill a corrupt industrialist
Thank you for your time. Reblog to save a movie night.
Today’s lesson on White Privilege in America. A white man can shoot multiple people in a movie theater and still be painted as a “good guy” in the media. Meanwhile, a black man can get shot and killed in a library and the police can withhold evidence to create an excuse for shooting a man in a library.
i like theatre kids because they will never let “what team??” go unanswered. walk into any dressing room and ask “what team” and like every theatre kid in a hundred mile radius is going to scream “wILDCATS”