An indie sleaze lover’s fever dream of a film. Motels, diners, bowling alleys, and effervescent paranoia. The off-kilter characters and uncanny pacing perfectly captures the feeling of alienation on the brink of psychosis, leaving just enough space for light to peak through. Just a strangely beautiful film.
Oh, and sidenote: The Hellp definitely took Billy’s game.
All-out philosophy major dialogue. Felt a bit like a MFA student’s final project. But I can’t deny that there weren’t some thought provoking conversations in here with visually striking animation.
Very mid. Predictable storyline. Cool guy. Crime boss. Blonde girl. Stolen money. I’ve seen this all before.
At its very best, the film gave off discount Nightcrawler vibes. The coolest scene was the opening car chase where Gosling ends up in the Clippers garage (that shit was so sick) – if only the film focused on Gosling doing badass shit in an 80s automobile instead of developing these half-assed, played out characters, the entire thing would be good.
I’m not…
I liked the vapor wave aesthetic, but this film was a bit too empty for me. Very hypnotic and mysterious, but it doesn’t really have a point. It’s a short mood piece but I feel like it was missing something.
