in spite of myself, i found this to be deeply satisfying. meticulously scripted, every beat hits, every performance is completely in command of itself... and yet, i was rankled by how tidy the whole thing is, how every moment echoes another with an engineered perfection that seems to conflict with the chaos of these situations.
still, it's gonna slay people up and down.
"y'all are my motherfucking soulmates."
like a Ke$ha video directed by Terrence Malick (*Do* The Wonder?), a dubstep belly shot of the american nightmare. Forever.
although, re the too-obvious Ke$ha reference above, Pussy Riot would also fit the bill (the Brony-baiting masks certainly raise that flag). first viewing was dominated by concerns with capitalism and carnal myopia, but i suspect that future visits will focus more on power dynamics and holy shit ashley benson.
also, there's a show-stopping sequence at the film's mid-point that involves a piano and an unexpected pop song and... cinema forreeverrrrr
"dream of us."
OBLIVION (noun): the state of being forgotten, esp. by the public.
derivative to the point of parody, but damn if bland can't be pretty. oh, olga.
ughhhhhh. yet so damn beautiful, but in a way that seems inherently un-filmic... it's like a $100,000,000 commercial for what it's like to chew 5 Gum.
honestly, this is like THE CLOCK of sci-fi movies. they're all in here. and hans zimmer, what have you wrought? BRAAAMM! during naked times? awkward.…