Beyond definition, classification or rating. Cinema not just as an art, but a playground. This took 50 years to finally come to fruition and will never happen again.
I’m in awe.
Take your fucking meds, Frank.
Beyond definition, classification or rating. Cinema not just as an art, but a playground. This took 50 years to finally come to fruition and will never happen again.
I’m in awe.
Take your fucking meds, Frank.
There has never been and never will be a film more tailor-made to me in history.
An incredible feat of will, where art and medium bend to artist.
Part michinima, part documentary, part bittersweet comedy. A harmonization of two escapes brought together in a marriage of existentialism. There’s something really endearing and innocent about its structure and presentation and it all comes together in an extremely heartfelt way.
These people, these artists, take an extremely limited set of tools and circumstances and attempt to bend them to their breaking point. They manage to re-invent game mechanics…
A messy, caustic, vulgar, artificial, candy-coated disregard for human life and the artistic process that’s most likely hazardous for your health.
A keystone piece of slop cinema.
The finale to an outstanding series. I’ll never give up hope that one day, no matter how far away that may be, we’ll get the conclusion we deserve.
The single greatest piece of my childhood.