Pamela Anderson was no Humphrey Bogart when she was offered a role that was, in theory, a lot to do with Rick from
Casablanca
, but in practice was a flimsy adaptation of a comic published by Dark Horse.
What milonga would her agent tell her to embark her on such nonsense.
I imagine something along the lines of what Elizabeth Berkeley must have been told about
Showgirls
.
Both movies (
Barb Wire
and
Showgirls
) were to the movies what the
HSM Erebus
and the
Terror
were to sailing.
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From erotic myth to artistic icon: the reinvention of Pamela Anderson
But while
Showgirls
is justly vindicated,
Barb Wire
slides through the Netflix catalog in the wake of the documentary about what was the most desired woman in the world and at the same time the most reviled: Pamela Anderson.
Recording a home porn isn't a crime (and shouldn't be seen as one), but making
Barb Wire
is a bit.
As well as a synod of post-apocalyptic tropes, it's a fossil from a time when comic book adaptations were neither serious nor important:
The Shadow
,
The Raven
,
Judge Dredd
,
Darkman
,
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles
,
Dick Tracy
,
Howard Duck
,
Spawn
,
Tank Girl
and others that, if you remember them, will make you twist your nose.
I bet that during Barb Wire
's gestation
more people gave their opinion than necessary since the only two things they saw clearly were, excuse me, Pamela's two boobs.
Watching
Barb Wire
in 2023, when the movie is set in 2017, is pure cognitive dissonance.
The future is always worse than what dystopias sell us, but without carding, without leather suits, without tuned cars and without Pamela Anderson.
Really: give this sadomaso-pop fantasy for teenagers a chance, it's sure to be better than that series that bores you to death, but you have to watch it because it's the one you have to comment on.
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