“There’s still so much to accomplish, but is there time?” Coppola anxiously clings onto too many ideas, cramming them all into his big cgi fuckfest of a retirement party. Maybe megalon isn’t transparent; a new generation of filmmakers still has to be born, materialize their talent and breathe new life into something what once was Coppola’s empire. As uncanny as Southland Tales, but fails to say something about the state of the world because of the filmmaker’s sentiment.
Also, this…
