A guilty pleasure flick if there ever was one. I mean, RUSH...
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
"Billy, you're an idiot." - me, the entire movie.
Christ... Who pours the equivalent of acid on a pet and allows it to writhe in agony while curiously looking at postules that errupted from said animal?
Why Billy would even be sad that Gizmo had to leave escapes me. His pet neglect never ceases.
Like the movie, this review is hard to get through.
Some movies are like a storm. There is the calm before the storm, the first gusts, the eye, and then the final tempest rolls through. Like a storm, Detachment whisks you on a directionless emotional flight. When you've finally been put back on the ground, you are just as lost as you were in the air.
This is a consequential movie that has left me breathless, broken and despondent. If I judge my film of the year based on emotional response, this one might just have it.