I love how absolutely pathetic DeNiro is in this. I love how intense Sandra Bernhard can get. And the late Jerry Lewis just holds the film down with his level headed personal mockup. It's commentary on celebrity worship is rather toothless, as is it's half baked view of show business, but it has charm where it counts.
Straight up not a gimmick. Draining the colour adds so much to the texture of this film. It gives the makeup such definition. The vistas such imposing scope. The fire and rubble such dynamic detail. Ridding one of the more colourful action films of the past two decades of its glorious palette would seem like an exercise in futility.
But somehow, this might be better.
Never has there been a movie that is so vulgar and yet so audaciously beautiful. Refn's Neon Demon does everything in it's power to confront your ideas of aesthetics and completely invert them to a new classification the likes of which have not been approached since the glossy works of Dario Argento. Salacious and exploitative. Gruesome and utterly disturbing. Refn has made the type of film that makes one reconsider their taste and reevaluate what they believe is "too much"…