evil homoerotic and a pasolini boy.
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probably one of the most culturally poignant films of the year, stuffed into a cookie-cutter a24 ‘fucked-up elitist getaway’ formula that feels more tired than innovative. i’ll never speak ill of ayo edibiri, so i’ll hold my peace, but i did have fun—the problem is, i’ve had this exact kind of fun two… three… four, five times now? what the film should have been from the start begins just as it ends..
(also, i didn’t know that young mazino was…
a (not nearly as bonkers as i was expecting) dip into the post-traumatic/sadomasochistic sequelae of a holocaust survivor, but more importantly, a victim of all the downright evil, underground stratagem and evasive deceit that eroded the nazi party post-war. the second half of that word salad is, to the film’s credit, its greatest strength, but it’s sometimes lost for me in it’s dreary narrative and fittingly cold, almost silver-toned aesthetics. it just feels too risk-averse—almost to the point that the…
i haven't watched this i just wanna hate :)
edit: i have watched this, and i still wanna hate !!