you dont need me to tell you that this is interminable irredeemable trash. i do want to talk about the 4dx experience though bc holy moly those seats SHAKE like i thought i was gonna get thrown on the ground at one point. it's such a hilariously stupid idea, like how is anyone genuinely supposed to watch a movie when they're being tossed around like a coin in a dryer. the worst part was the little air puffs in the…
absolutely spectacular. i think my favorite Yuasa is still Devilman Crybaby but this is his most stylistically sophisticated work to date. certain visual touches (specifically the way the film depicts the perspectives of blind characters) are just ingenious, and the performance sequences only get more and more breathtaking as the film goes on. i absolutely adored this film.
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idiots will call this a staggering retelling of the myth of prometheus through the eyes of the american laborer, the fire of the gods becoming success under capitalism, an unattainable fiction that drives men to maddened violence in their pursuit
geniuses will understand that this is a movie about getting drunk and almost kissing ur homie and then getting even drunker and tenderly holding each other as you drift off to sleep
probably the most remarkable thing about this film is that you really never get used to the fact that he looks like that. even in the late moments of this 137 minute film i was still jolted by occasional cuts to ben platt's puffy, doughy visage, newly horrified by his inland empire-esque facial contortions and body language that has been seen in cinema only once before: in f.w. murnau's expressionist classic nosferatu. his exaggerated hunch, hysterically twitchy hands, and latex-smooth…