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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…
Tying a noose right now.
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…
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.
Erst mal vorweg, Miranda July, tolle Frau. Ich lerne sie zwar erst kennen, aber das was ich bisher kenne, mag ich sehr. In ihrem Film (Regie, Drehbuch, Hauptrolle) The Future geht es ganz primitiv zusammengefasst darum: SIE braucht Veränderung, sucht sich was neues, verlässt IHN, bereut es. ER hat nicht damit gerechnet, will es nicht wahrhaben. Kennt man zu Genüge, aber nicht auf die art. Miranda July schafft es diese abgedroschene Geschichte so wunderbar neu zu interpretieren und darzustellen, dass man sie kaum wiederkennt. So viel eindrucksvolle Symbolik, soviel Feingefühl für Metaphern und soviel Liebe zur Kunst. Der Film ist der Wahnsinn. Ich liebe, bewundere und beneide sie für diese Idee diese Geschichte eben so zu erzählen wie sie es…
How ridiculously self-serious do you have to be to hate this movie...
If this is the future none of us really want to go there. Relationship breakdowns are horrible, this film outdid the worst in its portrayal of the end (or was it? who cares?) of an relationship, whislt the cat could have been included far more effectively, and with a less odd voice. The 'relationship' between him and his new owners was wasted. This is a film that tried very hard to be strange and ambiguous, it was both, but not in a way that rewarded the viewer.
this was so miranda july. in all the right ways
“Everything would be perfect there, like a dream, but not a dream, because I would never wake up, and soon I would not even be able to remember my old life.”
I’ve heard some good things about Miranda July's film Me and You and Everyone we Know, and to be frank I don’t know if I want to after watching her follow-up film The Future. I didn’t know much about this going in aside from the mixed reception it got with some people calling it genius and some people calling it a complete atrocity. I went in not knowing what I was going to think of it and after seeing it I felt something. When watching The Future I felt…
Having loved Me You and Everyone We Know, I was excited to see The Future but this film comes off a bit like its trying too hard. From the whispery acting to the monotone delivery, the first half of the film is nothing much to write home about. The second half is where it gets way more interesting and starts to play with imagery, stopping time and exploring relationship paths in a similar way to something like Sliding Doors. Only way more artsy and not really as well. Narrating the passage of time is July using a a toy cat with a bandage on it. Strangely - that works rather well in a sickeningly sweet its evil way.
Drinking Game: Pretentious overload moment!
Bottom Line: A collection of scraps of an idea do not make a fun film. Different yes but not completely engaging. Not a patch on her previous film but I'm glad she is trying new things.
Absolutely self-indulgent nonsense; the least tolerable kind of pretentious drivel (and this is coming from someone who really liked Jim Jarmusch's THE LIMITS OF CONTROL). "Pretentious" and "self-indulgent" may be overused platitudes in movie-reviewing, yet they're entirely appropriate for THE FUTURE. Miranda July should stick to performance art and sculpting, since she clearly has little love for cinema. A cat narrating the film (hey, I love cats, but c'mon); inexplicable character notions and decisions; no real story of speak of; meaningless posing and posturing. Technically competent, but to what end? Perhaps the only element here that isn't utterly hateful is Hamish Linklater, who may have been held at gunpoint to be in this film. Avoid, avoid...
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