A film in which the thin plot merely serves as a palette for Ballard's immaculate brush strokes, and in which an argument is proposed for style over substance. Who needs a plot, when you've got vibes on vibes on vibes?
Every frame of this is magic. Arguably the best use of color I've ever seen in a film, especially the regalia of America and her windswept Old Glory. Red on white on ocean blue. Sea salt, sun, and Ralph Lauren.…
