The pure fact that memory exists is frankly amazing when you really think about it. Our wrinkled mass of neurons and blood allows us to process current information and store that data for further study or application. Some we retain for days, others we retain our entire lives. As long as that lump of protein gets the energy it needs, we can retain pretty much everything. Even the act of “forgetting” is sometimes just us misfiling a thought or experience only to be found later. More than that, the human brain is still kind of a mystery… We don’t know exactly how memory works really. We don’t know how we store specific thoughts and how they are really processed. We’re close, of course, and getting closer every day – but this game puts us into a time where the human race has already cracked that nut wide open, and is currently chewing up the insides like a rabid squirrel.
I went into this movie, hoping to finally close a chapter in my life. Like saying goodbye to a shitty car, or an apartment that had a smell you could never find, but also never hide, or throwing out a bad batch of lasagna that tasted suspiciously citric-like and there was no damn good explanation to it.
I meant to write this sooner, but the motivation was simply not there for the previous two movies. Wonder Woman deserves to be talked about, however, one way or the other, and so I must bring the other movies up from the shadows and cast light on them, so I can scatter the horrors within.