Mythological formalism. A medium unto itself. Narratives of virtue overwhelmed by sin. No instrument of good wielded by man remains so. No pools of water discovered by man remain calm. Even fulfilled prophecies are false. Our legends themselves are veiled delusions of grandeur. Hardfuckingcore.
35mm, The Royal
Remind me to never see this with an audience ever again.
A ruthless and clear-eyed indictment of American culture captured in the form of a backstage melodrama in Vegas where people have sold their souls long ago for dreams they think are their own. The hyperbolic consumerism and dehumanization of Vegas serves as a microcosm through which to view capitalist American ideology at its purest. Bodies as currency, sure, but worse, all people are on…