Just some initial thoughts.
Opening is pure punk rock.
De Niro is the tragedy of youth that cannot accept the death of old age.
Keitel is the tragedy of desire for logic and understanding to prevail.
What a bummer of a film. Felt depressed from nearly the beginning. There is no quarter in this NY, only marginally less shitty apartments.
For at the shit, piss, grime and scum, this is one beautiful film.
I loved:
- the locations, primordial dwellings crudely formed from rock. Dark and dank almost pushing the characters out into the beautiful sunlit meadows and orchards of the natural world.
- the faces: so many snagged toothed faces nearly all grinning ear to ear.
- the sense of joy. The penultimate story really sums up the overall theme of the film, that love and pleasure derived from…
I really appreciate the effort to push the boundaries of film with this series, but I can’t help but wonder what makes this particular story need to be a film?
There are visuals to go along with the audio but this could have easily been a podcast. I also feel like the length of each episode severely restricts the quality of each narrative. In the span of about 15 minutes we meet a cast of characters and are witness to…
Hahahahaha!
This movie sucks.
Spoiler alert, the killer in this movie is the isolation and ennui of the internet age. The killer OF this movie is the inept script, editing, acting, music, wardrobe, just about everything is such godawful garbage I had to finish it to make sure it wasn’t some meta gag that would payoff at the end.
The weird and stilted acting and almost non-sequitur dialogue almost works as a symptom of the ghost’s effect on people’s…
