Began logging/reviewing at the start of '17
a mild pleasure. charlie kaufman left my brain with a hickey here instead of going for the full mindfuck, but his voice is already in evidence; the protagonist looks as much like him as the irl person its meant to represent, some bleeding of imagination into reality, etc. a mostly conventional biopic with a distinctive magical realist touch.
clooney seemed to be mostly aping soderbergh here...he certainly could have chosen a worse auteur to emulate
big takeaway: I need more sam rockwell in my life
right before I chose to fully embrace cinema I went through my "getting back into wrestling" phase, which did wonders in showing me just how bleak embracing a subculture purely ironically feels. that period of life thudded to a halt when I decided that the wwe hall of famer that had been elected president had basically "worked himself into a shoot" with a Vince McMahon gimmick and turned a whole lot of people into marks
But yeah, wrestling as a literal springsteen song? Def can still get behind that