Gallner is once again absolutely electric, but I don't think the picture stands up to his performance. I understand what Berchtold is going for, but there's not enough chemistry between the two of them to power the whole film. This is like 90ish minutes but feels so much longer, because there's only but so much stammering and sweaty awkwardness one can really stand.
It never feels like there's more dimension to Randy beyond the simple concept that he's been emotionally…
I'd previously only consumed contextless clips of this movie on tiktok, where it seemed both baffling and cringey. But seeing the whole movie, it's absurd how sweet and lovely I found it to be. Just gliding on a weird little wavelength. Genuinely delightful.
I was starting to feel like a really jaded asshole for the first half hour or so of this documentary, rolling my eyes at all these fans and their frustrations with George Lucas, then I got to the bit where A GROWN FUCKING MAN compared the special editions to Holocaust denial and I remembered that nerds were a fucking mistake. These weird ass entitled sociopaths freaking out about the silliest shit and acting like George Lucas is a child murdering…
"There’s a moment where Charlie opens a drawer full of granola bars, thinks about eating one, then, sullenly, shuts that drawer and opens the one beneath it, packed to the brim with candy bars. He eats several of them in one go. Every scene in the film showcasing Charlie’s binge eating has the relative sneering sleaze of your average “My 600-lb Life” episode. Still, in interviews, Aronofsky and his collaborators repeat the same mantras about the film’s dedication to empathy.…
