so ambitious to create a movie that simultaneously feels like lsd injected into your brain but also the warmest kindest hug you've ever received. the movie takes you on a crazy journey just to pat you on the head at the end and tell you it's okay. it's okay that all you do is simply breathe. it's okay that you're not everything. it's okay that you're here. in this universe.
the attention to detail is impeccable, you can just tell…
actually pains me to relog it as less than a ten stars because it's been so integral to my film identity since i first saw it (peek my username and the inspiration for it) but it kind of...didn't hit anymore? i thought it dragged a little bit especially in the beginning but maybe it was because i was showing it to someone and i got extra defensive about it in my head and was rushing it to get good... it…
if it takes itself seriously over the surface-level morality/social discussion then it's a pile of crap, but if it's trying to show that 2 minutes aren't enough to ask more than surface-level questions then its a quiet genius... unfortunately i think it's the former. i can't lie i was entertained but in the same way watching a seagull fight over a dorito chip is entertaining...
barely watchable. i was gonna rate it higher at least for the craft but it just gets worse and worse. going by a friend's words, the author of the book admitted there is no moral of the story or purpose and I can SEE that. it's just crimes displayed on screen and called art. i feel absolutely zero empathy and connection to anyone in this movie. it goes against my morals.
it fails as a piece of good media because…
Martha's monologue...would have never believed if you told me that someone else would steal the show in an Audrey Hepburn movie.
