trying to find the perfect oneohtrix point never track so score this to
leaning towards "sleep dealer"
The best image of all comes about halfway through when the cargo door is lowered. On the door is a painted American flag, thoroughly desecrated in bird shit. For anyone keeping track, in Afterlife Alice killed Hollywood, in Retributuon she killed cinema, and in The Final Chapter she kills the image, as well as capitalism, slavery, government, religion, commodification, herself, and even fucking god. My baby slaughters deities in this film. Do you understand how fucking crazy that is?
This is so dense and all I know right now is Paul is a beautiful man and I hope he lives forever.
I'm reviving this review as an act of public service.
Originally Published September 25, 2016
This is my second attempt to finish. I only made it fifty minutes in this round.
It seems like an impossible feat, to create a film without form. To craft an action movie without any ideas or sensibilities on how to frame it narratively OR visually. I’m a little hesitant to call this a movie because frankly, that’s a little insulting. Movies are created to…