“Is it a feature?” “No, it’s a movie.”
No palette. Just vibes.
I have yet to read the source material from Hunter S. Thompson, so I am solely basing my review on the movie itself.
I’ve heard this is a movie that should be watched on acid.
Maybe it’s because I watched this sober after a two-night hospital stay, but this one didn’t hit the way I thought it would, and I almost doubt taking a tab would change that.
Because at times, I felt like I was either watching
my college…
God I really wanted to like this movie. It was beautifully shot and many scenes would make for an Pinterest aesthetic color palette. I hate to say it, but style over substance truly took over here.
I normally won’t fault a screenplay that leans into old school tropes but the story’s execution fell so flat even without them that its almost hard not to.
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
The script for Whiplash wasn’t perfect, but La La Land was definitely a step down for Damien Chazelle, I fear.
A different kind of difficult watch, in that you’re stuck in the world of Andrew, a smug musician who seems to think he’s better than everyone else after catching a single lucky break. And yet, you still can’t help but feel sorry for him when Fletcher humiliates him in the third act.
But the performances Miles Teller and J.K. Simmons gave were quite stellar.