(Doctor Strange? ]/Why is it among Marvel's best:!

"I know that I know nothing." - Plato's account of Socrates saying so. 

Us humans know better of the world being incredibly infinite, microscopically awesome, and vibrantly stranger than what we think of it in this mass we have between our two ears.

Firstly because it has THREE OF MY FAVOURITE LOVED ACTORS: Benedict Cumberbatch, Mads Mikkelsen, and Tilda Swinton.

Ben!

Mads! [pronounced Mes (he's Danish)]


Tilda!










I LOVE THESE ACTORS!

At the beginning of Doctor Strange, we see Kaecilius relieve a sorcerer of their head; that just shows that this movie isn't going to be beaten into softcore.

The Ancient One confronts Kaecilius and his misguided followers and they begin to flee. To obstruct them, she puts everyone in a mirror dimension and manipulates the structures of buildings around to gain advantage. That is just a taste of the Nolanesque (associating to the properties of my personally favourite filmmaker Christopher Nolan's films) visuals you see in this film. It gets better in the near end fight between Kaecilius' group of suicidal maniacs who want to be absolved into Dormammu's dark dimension to gain eternal life and The Ancient One and her students Strange and Mordor who know that it'll suck. The beginning of this fight starts with our heroes cowardly but wisely fleeing the attackers in the mirror dimension who make use of their superior dark power to bend the structures around. Here, the movie treats you with the same Nolanesque visuals made far greater, larger, tactically vivid, and lucidly intriguing.

The initial impression we get of Stephen Strange is that of a intelligent, joyful, creatively working, cocky cause he deserves it doctor of neuroscience. But a bit later we can see him treating people badly, so badly that it is enough to make you dislike him. He insults people upclose and personal, blames mistakes on those that make an inferior work than his, and even ruthlessly makes out misunderstood intentions of his former girlfriend who just wants to take care of him, who just broke both of his hands in a car crash and can never be able to perform surgery, shave without cutting himself, or drink soup without spilling it down his miserable unshaved shaggy beard. Yeah, I really disliked him.

He thinks he knows everything. 
We thought we knew everything, didn't we? We thought we knew everything about the Marvel Cinematic Universe. We thought there are only superheroes, norse gods, metal men, angry green hulks, femme fatale assassins, and tech-savvy super secret government agencies in this world.
Well, guess what? Wizards are real. Outworld dimensions exist. You have an astral form, and you can read while your body sleeps!

The concept of Infinity Stones is just like candy to me. The movie harbours one of them: the time stone. And guess what? I LOVE THE CONCEPT OF TIME TOO. In films, in films, not in reality. Time doesn't really exist in reality. It's simply an illusion perpetrated by our measurement of change in energy and mass of the universe and our environment. I'll, uh, talk about it later, if I get time.

The dichotomy of magic is that it can be either wonderful or confusing, exciting or sleep inducing, believable or thought provoking provoking the thought "really? That can't even happen. Do they take us for gullible magic consumerists?"

But Doctor Strange deals with it by attempting to be organic. The MCU started with Iron Man, and we believed it is possible that the Iron Man suit can be made if a genius enough person works on it. Similarly, Doctor Strange roots its magic system in a school of wizardry and philosophy called the Kamar-taj, where students learn from books and beliefs on how they can channel their inner spiritual energy controlled with spells to create chakra shields and ether swords. And that is believable. You know what? I'll just go there and learn it from them. If you don't hear from me again just assume someone stabbed me in Nepal and stole my watch.


















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