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I'm judging you if you thought Iron Lung was too long. I have ADD. There was not one moment I thought ' yeah I could do literally anything else right now.'
Shout out to the people who won't be a hater online, don't worry, I'll be a hater for you.
This Iron Lung review is taking me out
mark for absolutely no reason: hello everybody my name is markiplier and welcome to my new movie project where we have our new set design known as the Torment Nexus where i will get rattled around in a metal tube and drown in gallons of blood not because im a masochist but because i want to see if my body can take it
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Markiplier? Isn’t that Amy Nelson’s husband? She’s the creative producer on Iron Lung. Yeah, he seems pretty chill.
Still obsessing over that scene in Iron Lung when Ava is rapid-fire rattling off the login instructions for the computer and Simon just stops, stares blankly at the screen for a second, and then repeats the first bit of her explanation back to her, unsure, stumbling over his words, prompting her to repeat herself. Because it's just such a remarkably human moment. Simon isn't some action hero, he's not a trained soldier or an engineer. He's just a guy, with no clue what he's doing, trying to make sense of an impossible and terrifying situation. He's just a normal person trying to survive and it's like Ava is reminded of that is this moment as she very slowly repeats herself, giving him time to catch up. I love how human Simon is, how his personhood is so beautifully portrayed in every unremarkable detail. He has no idea what he's doing but he's trying, and the trying is the point. The trying is the thing worth living for.
so women are supposed to grin and bear the books, the comics, the movies, the plays, the tv shows, the stories, the sci-fi, the translated ancient poems, the fucking millennia of men writing about their self inserts torturing women and it being declared as High Art by other men, we’re supposed to read it in our free time, study it in classrooms, include their styles in our own writing, accept their cultural influence as natural, watch it in the cinema, write about it, talk about it, accept it, aspire it, but men can’t tolerate three seconds of female wish fulfilment of a woman snapping the wrist of a creep without feeling personally kicked in the balls.
This reminds me of something I observed in college while I was doing my honors thesis on women in modern horror films. I watched a LOT of horror during that time as part of my research, and sometimes that was done with my family around.
And my dad and brothers? Were deeply disturbed by the movie Jennifer’s Body. I was flabbergasted. It’s not scary! It’s not even that gory. But they were horrified by it. These men who grew up on 70s slashers were legitimately shook by 90 minutes of Megan Fox eating a few teenage boys, mostly off-screen.
Similarly, my all-male reading panel for my thesis? Were so disturbed by my synopsis of the film Teeth that they couldn’t even talk about it. One of them said he couldn’t look at his wife for a week after reading it.
Again, grown-ass men who study and teach media for a living. Who definitely watch and enjoy horror movies. One of whom was a huge Tarantino buff. We watched and read worse in his intro to mass media class! But one movie about a girl whose vag could bite was enough to haunt him.
Then of course you have things like the Gone Girl backlash–men yelling that Amy Dunne is evil and women clamoring to assure everyone that they know she is not someone to emulate–the backlash against Carol Danvers, and, more recently, the griping from MRAs against the upcoming film Hustlers, which is about strippers scamming their Wall Street clients.
My conclusion? Most men–at least most straight, cisgender men, who are both my sample population and most of the ones whining that Carol is a “villain”–are perfectly fine with, and desensitized to, media where men do violence to women (horror movies), or men do violence to men (horror and action movies). They’re even sort of fine when women do violence to women (“ooooo cat fight!”).
But they get intensely uncomfortable when women are depicted doing any kind of violence to men, especially in films that tilt the balance of power to the other side of the m/f gender binary beyond a single moment or scene.
So woman as flesh-eating monster with men as her preferred cuisine? Woman who responds to unwanted sexual contact by biting it off? Woman who frames her cheating husband for murder? Woman whose response to harassment–behavior that many of the loudest whiners know is both creepy and reflective of their own thoughts/actions–is to break something?
Too scary. Unacceptable. Disturbing. These men hate being presented with the idea, even in fiction, that their position of power is socially constructed, that it could easily be flipped the other way. It terrifies them.
In feeling that terror, they experience a tiny modicum of what living, existing, moving, being perceived as a woman in the world is like.
And they flinch every time.
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The best part about Iron Lung is that it's not a movie about Markiplier, it's a movie about a guy who just happens to be played by Markiplier. Like it starts and you're like "Omg it's Markiplier!" and then a few minutes later you stop seeing Markiplier, and instead you just see Simon, a guy trapped in a submarine in an ocean of blood. If, say, Mr Beast tried to make a similar film it would be like "Hey guys, I'm Mr Beast, and today, I'm going on a wacky adventure in this blood ocean with my zany cast of friends!"
Just got out of seeing iron lung and honestly I really liked it. I think there was some really creative cinematography & I really like the like. Cosmic horror eldritch horror whatever thang they got going on. Idk I just think it's really impressive & cool that markiplier was able to devote so much time and money and passion into creating a movie when he's being actively pursued by the LA gangs
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Iron Lung (2026)
i’ve seen a lot of people talking about the pacing of iron lung, and i kinda think that people are overlooking that the pacing is the point.
movies right now are absolutely terrified of silence. every spare second is crammed with motion and noise and information. there’s always something new to look at, something new to process. look here. now here. don’t blink. don’t breathe. it’s constant stimulation. there’s no room left for a moment to land before the next one is already gone.
there’s good sci fi horror out there that do silence and restraint well. i can immediately think of under the skin, annihilation, and ex machina. sometimes the silence is the point. personally i think iron lung works in that lineage.
this isn’t a movie that will let you sit there and passively consume. this is a movie full of visual and audial clues waiting for you to unravel them. this is a movie that wants you to notice your breathing. to feel the silence press in until it’s oppressive.
isolation is the movie. it’s you alone with your thoughts, with time stretching and warping, with nothing to distract you from the constant dread creeping in. it’s not the monsters out there that you’re afraid of. not the constant drip, drip, drip of impending doom. but you, alone, in an endless sea of red.
can you count your breaths in the silence? can you hear your heart beating in your ears? can you live with yourself?
that’s iron lung to me.
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iron lung spoilers
“a god sees a sliver of our universe through a pinhole and believes it perceives all that is and all that will be, and it is right. a god makes sense of what it sees.”
1) in universe: the ending. the god saw simon and his ship as the same entity.
2) metatextual: THE GOD. IS. THE AUDIENCE. AND. THE PINHOLE. IS. THE CAMERA LENS.