I refuse to rate or review this. It's not a movie. It's some kind of fever dream spliced with unfinished fever dreams that I found utterly baffling, yet I couldn't turn away from it. Not once did I pick up my phone or go online. I had to watch every ridiculously acted scene in hopes of making some semblance of sense. Could be one of the worst edited movies ever? So why couldn't I turn it off. Help!
From one of the directors of HOWARD THE DUCK comes this touching tale about a woman in search of her missing father, only to discover that he has decided to become a member of the Blue Man Group. Or some kind of group. Does she get swayed too????
Great set-pieces / murder scenes. Slapdash editing. Lots of dread. I keep having nightmares that take place in grocery stores and movie theaters now.
If someone were to point out my favorite thing(s) to read, even more than a great novel, it would be essays about something that affected them so deeply that they felt compelled to write about it. It can be short, or it can be 20 pages long. A great author of this approach would be Lester Bangs, who wrote beautifully indulgent music reviews in such an intensely personal way that were so resonant, that for the right reader, you might…
Big turnaround here! It took me a 2nd viewing to finally declare this is as a masterpiece of subtle spikes of paranoia, exploring the mystery at the heart of a hard crime, be it personal or political or both. My initial review is that this film is a meandering mess, but it's not. Not really. There are detours that add up to the overall idea that I THINK both PTA and Pynchon share: narratives don't matter in this cluttered cultural…