Feel free to add on! Cats love to fuck shit up and that's why i love them.
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.
i can't believe how much rage a twee talking cat inspires in the self-appointed cinephiles of letterboxd. i know that this kind of mumbly cutesiness started earning a disproportionate amount of backlash after juno but the fact that no one is willing to reach past the occasionally grating aesthetic to actually find or discuss the themes is really sad. is no one able to grasp the fact that july is critical of these characters? and beyond that, is there no reason to be sympathetic for them despite their embarrassing failures, their narcissism, their artlessness and shiftlessness? there are plenty of reasons to dislike this movie but the oft-used terms surrounding it here like "hollow" and "pretentious" are just empty signifiers that may as well say "i didn't actually bother to think about this." guess rational discussion of a film doesn't bring in the likes as effectively as bitching about a talking cat.
haunting and original. Miranda July is a great filmmaker.
Ein satirischer, aber natürlich auch sehr verständnisvoller Blick auf uns Millennials, die wir ganz schön selbstsüchtig dabei sind, alle Optionen offen zu halten und Erfüllung zu finden. Witzig und traurig und surreal und herzlich und nah und so sehr auf den Punkt, dass es ein bisschen wehtut. Natürlich auch wegen Paw-Paw und seiner reinen, bescheidenen Sehnsucht. *schnüff*
kinda one of those weird random and pointless movies, but in a good way. and the cat part was really weird um. and their hair in the beginning were almost the same and it kinda cringed me out. and the dancing was kinda weird.... BUT I SWEAR. THIS IS A GOOD MOVIE.
Backgrounded while checking every file on a "recovered" hard drive. Compiling massive list of files that won't open in order to contest case further.
Movie holds up very well. Her deadpan tone allows so many disparate elements to gel.
Even though I like cats, I felt nothing. DVD.
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