Title cards not in English, so...
Something like what you might imagine we’d’ve gotten if Bertolucci were to have directed Casablanca:
“Of all the upscale hotels in Post-WWII Vienna with a Gestapo council operating out of the back.... the woman I sexually and mentally traumatized by raping her and forcing her into a sadomasochistic dynamic against her will for years, during our time together as prisoner & guard in the concentration camp, walks into mine... AND she liked it!”
“Here’s to tying you down, kid...”
“...Beat me again, Max, for old time sake...”
“...We’ll always have Auschwitz.”
I could go on.
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Fuuuuuck... That's the stuff.
I can see some of Darren Aronofsky, Spike Lee, Lars Von Trier, and even Gaspar Noe in here - in terms of visual style. In terms of tone and dialogue, it felt like a combination of David Mamet, Martin McDonagh, even Charlie Kaufman - in a 'Synechdoche, New York' sort of way.
This plays very much in the same space that '8-1/2' did. It is meta as hell and entirely self-aware, which is what makes most…