I've come to hate the word meta. It's overused in so many aspects of entertainment that it's meaning is hollow, trite even. Yet, here, I'm going to use it to describe this film. Because that's Assayas's point. Within the meta aspects of these characters and their story, even story within a story, we're to find truth. Sometimes it's obvious, but it's not simple or comfortable. But layers upon layers reveal truths, especially when they're pulled away. The truths don't come…
While watching this for the first time, I was dumbfounded that this was Disney. Because, it feels nothing like Disney. It's completely crazy, zany, off the wall-ness is not a root vibe that Disney trots out on the front lawn (that's DreamWorks), but somehow it all works, and works rather well. It's grounded in emotion and laugh out loud humor, and an Elvis soundtrack, and it always seems to circumnavigate the usual narrative arcs of animated with this crazy mash-up…
“ I am a writer, a doctor, a nuclear physicist, a theoretical philosopher, but above all I am a man, a hopelessly inquisitive man just like you." – Lancaster Dodd
Much like his character Mr. Dodd, Paul Thomas Anderson seems to be hopelessly inquisitive, and thus a confounding, enigmatic auteur and artist… which makes it hard to believe he is a big name Hollywood director. Take away Terrence Malick, and he’s probably the closest director Hollywood has that has not…
Its technical achievement is stupendous: 95 minutes, one shot. What it manages to say in that 95 minutes may be even greater as it manages to capture the ideas of life, existence, art, death, history being in the past, moving on, moving forward all within its images, camera movements, and dialogue between our unshown narrator and the man in black guide. It's a extraordinary film, one that deserves to rank amongst the greatest in cinema for its technical mastery which matches its grandiose representation of ideas. This is what great film/art is about.