"Pourtant, t'es pas causant"
The kind of movie to just sink into. It feels so lived in and alive. Tactile.
I want to eat every dish that appeared on screen. And yes, having just a little bit of rum enhanced the experience greatly.
"Pourtant, t'es pas causant"
The kind of movie to just sink into. It feels so lived in and alive. Tactile.
I want to eat every dish that appeared on screen. And yes, having just a little bit of rum enhanced the experience greatly.
Puts you right inside of the mind of someone with mental illness, while simultaneously raising questions about whether you can ever do that in an ethical way. Not sure it entirely worked for me, but the woozy, impressionistic camera work is singular, and the three central performances are fascinating
Interesting and assured, if a little arch for my taste. Andrea Riseborough really puts her teeth into it, and I've missed seeing Demi Moore onscreen, but I feel like this is missing something. A big, earwormy number, maybe. Or a Stellaaaa!!! moment, perhaps...