Does it belong to everyone or no one?
A folkloric ballad brought to life. A beautiful artifact caked in a bit of dirt. Even-keeled yet slightly off-kilter. I dug it
Does it belong to everyone or no one?
A folkloric ballad brought to life. A beautiful artifact caked in a bit of dirt. Even-keeled yet slightly off-kilter. I dug it
This movie is—and I cannot stress this enough—absolutely fucking rad. Is it fully coherent? No, not even close. Is it as profound as it wants to be? Nah. But goddamit if every single frame of this thing isn't a joy to take in, from bulging fisheyes to brutalist edifices to gobsmacking technowhatsits. Movies do not look or feel like this anymore and it is a goddamn crime. I'm even here for the outsized characters/performances (chain-smoking Louise Fletcher fucking rules) and the stunts that play more like farcical physical comedy. "It knocked my socks off!"
Easily my favorite documentary about the Trader Joe's parking lot