It's not as bad as people make it out to be, but it is still very bad... And it is so very enjoyable and somewhat psychedelic.
Don't know if I fully truly really get the plot, but I guess I am keen. Bad acting, great set dressing, tacky VFX, Sion sono in general.
A beautiful mess of a story line - with a lot of loose hanging threads that somehow do not need to be tied together.
A fly on the wall can perceive a lot, but never sees the full picture I suppose.
And yes... Stephen Graham is grossly adorable here too. God, I love depressive, substance abusing men with puppy dog eyes 😍
It is simply not funny.
I feel the Cunk brand has kind of lost its magic, probably due to the higher budget and the backing of Netflix - making it a bit too American to be enjoyable.
Though it's always clearly been a mockumentary program, the high production value skits and the use of b-list actors kind of break the suspension of disbelief. Because of this you start wondering if there is actually a 'real' element anymore, to anchor it…
I have been watching Sono's films as some sort of cinema-lobotomy and because of that I did not expect to find something so heartfelt and beautiful within his filmography.
The actors in this are just people, all with their own backgrounds and bagage. The interesting things happen especially when those individual's personal bagage starts to overlap, intertwine and interact.
Though the first half seems a bit slow, which can be a sono-fan deterrent, as per always it gets a pay…
