When a couple decides to adopt a stray cat their perspective on life changes radically, literally altering the course of time and space and testing their faith in each other and themselves.
I am convinced that each and every one of us has this friend or acquaintance that tries too hard to be smart, different, hip, philosophical, intellectual, profound and unique. But they never are any of those things. What they are is annoying, pretentious, fake and shallow.
This film is that friend. And its family. And its circle of closest artsy fartsy friends. All wrapped up and stuffed in the body of a cat. A fucking talking cat. Oh, and a talking moon. Yep, the moon fucking talks as well.
I am amazed how anyone can be allowed to crap out a piece of pretentious, pointless shit as this. Hold on. Let me correct that. Shit has a purpose. It gets…
Whilst watching the latest quirky and oh so self-aware film from Miranda July, The Future, I unexpectedly put my foot through my television in a fit of uncontrollable rage. I feel it is irresponsible of Miss July not to provide an official notice with the film warning the audience that it may cause such unexpected reactions. I am now without a TV, nursing a sore foot and haunted by memories of her sickeningly smug movie.
No doubt she feels her work is clever, insightful, funny and full of profundity. However, I think she may have confused melancholic whimsy for deep insight or great universal truths. The film is narrated by a terminally ill cat. A fucking cat. If that in…
I've noticed something about myself. I tend to generate the most hatred for films I want to like, but can't. The films that have so much potential to be a favorite of mine, but I find them offensive and dangerous. Miranda July's The Future is in that special category. It induced so much rage that it took me a couple of days to see it for what it is. This is by no means the worst film I've ever seen... not even close. That doesn't stop me from hating it more than 99.9% of the films I've seen.
The Fucking Future is about a fucking annoying thirty five year old woman named Sophie who…
I chose to watch this out of curiosity after having read plenty of scathing reviews and seeing the trailer, which looked exactly like something I would deeply hate. So yes, expectations were low, but I still was not prepared for just how putrid Miranda July's The Future is. It's smug, cliché-ridden, pretentious mental masturbation of the most detestable kind. About five minutes in I had to pause and take a deep breath and 25 minutes later I stopped entirely and decided to go to bed before this shit-heap ruined what was otherwise a good day. I woke up knowing I had to finish it and, begrudgingly, I just did. I have to say it's really, truly as ghastly as people…
Tying a noose right now.
Profound in the sense that it made me realise life's too short to finish every movie you start. No star rating as I turned this shit off when I checked my watch to see if it was nearly over, to discover I was only 30 minutes in.
As Part of the December Challenge 2 [6:2011]
For some reason, I decided to watch Miranda July's sophomore effort, a day after seeing her nails-on-the-chalkboard debut Me and You and Everyone We Know. And my god is it... better than what I've expected. Compared with the last film, it seems that it's more focused given there are less characters here and it has some grasp on intended concepts like time travel and Internet culture. So there's some good things I will say about the film...
THAT SAID, I think The Future is a piece of shit and it's as worthless as everyone suggests on Letterboxd. I think the film's biggest weakness is that, like her last effort, July relies on…
They both have the same haircut
Lame and uninteresting.
The story is so bad that there is no point to explain it. The male character in the movie can be interesting, but it is only potentially. The cat "talks" and some will think this is cute, but really it's damn annoying. The film tries to be artistic, but fails totally. The film tries to raise serious issues like relationships in a funny way, the only problem is that such issues are taken up several times before. The film is neither funny, sad or wise, it's just annoying and boring.
The first time I ever heard of The Future or it's write/director/star Miranda July was seeing a review of it on this very website. It was by the user Adam Cook, whose opinions, while I don't always agree with, certainly are very fun to read and always come across as well thought out and unbiased. So imagine my surprise when I read this:
"Whilst watching the latest quirky and oh so self-aware film from Miranda July, The Future, I unexpectedly put my foot through my television in a fit of uncontrollable rage."
"Miranda July has become the poster girl for a particular brand of American independent cinema. It is a movement that I despise with every fibre of my being…
Everybody who hates this movie is wrong and probably also a horrible human being.
Seriously, check out some of the Letterboxd "reviews" for this film and they read like someone aping the ideas of thought, analysis or criticism. They mostly sound like spoiled, misogynistic children and none of their adjectives are accurate in the slightest.
Fuck you. Yes, you, with your half star rating and cereal box analysis. This movie is brilliant and you are an idiot.
Estranho. Mas sabe aquele filme que tu gosta mesmo sem entender? Pois é.
The Future's strongest scenes are its most blatantly surreal (A particularly extraordinary bit chronicling the birth of 2 children and the death of their mothers in about 30 seconds, or the scenes involving a talking cat or moon). Unfortunately, moments like these are few and far between, and most of the movie involves the two lead characters moping around. A joyless, disappointing follow-up to the enjoyable Me and You and Everyone We Know.
I'm fairly convinced that Miranda July is the most annoying, overtly kooky and tedious specimen to have ever been formed in the womb.
The Future is vomit-inducingly bad; it's so sugar-coated that the mind will rot as well as the teeth.
The irony of it all is that the 'oh so lovely' July with her 'oh so random' outlook on life is actually unequivocally horrid and conformist.
If this is what The Future is like then hand me that gun.
I see a bright, glorious future ahead.
In it, I go on to watch films that are far better than this one. Films that weren't written, directed, or acted by Miranda July. Films that have a point. Films whose plot and writing actually kind of build to that point in a relevant way. Films which contain characters capable of expressing any type of emotion whatsoever, and who aren't annoying. Films that aren't the definition of awkward, pretentious, and irritating.
In other words, in the future, I won't be watching The Future. Ever. Again.
Jack and Jill has a friend at the bottom of my 2011 list. You deserve each other.