I Am Become Plastic, Destroyer of Worlds.
In these films, for better or worse, we see the nightmare of traditional masculinity and femininity played out to their natural conclusions. Where Barbie has pop culture figures, humour and a revelry in the totems of girlhood and childishness, Oppenheimer has rich celluloid, a stunning score, and some career-defining performances. But it would be short-sighted to disregard one in favour of the other when it comes to deciding which is the more quote-unquote “serious” film. Strip away all the pithy monolgues and striking set pieces and you have two undeniably true and timeless stories: one about the male impulse for destruction, and the other about the invention of the hydrogen bomb.
