i am so confident that tarantino loves this

🎵 is that all there is, is that all there is?
if that's all there is my friends, then let's keep dancing
let's break out the booze and have a ball
if that's all there is 🎵

the handheld fuzziness of the images, the bleeding glow of the dive bar lights, the hazy, multi-layered room noise sound design—one of the best stylistic and sonic approximations of bittersweet drunken melancholy i've ever seen. a nation's last collective hangover. "i'll be seein' all you weirdos again."

You don't have to go home but you can't stay here.

Blu-ray

a fantastic bizarre mesh of reality and fiction all set within the realm of people and what it is like to truly be in a community, and what it means to leave that place which you just want to call home. i so needed this: i havent verbally spoken to anyone outside of my family for about 4 months and i havent hung out with friends properly with what feels like longer: and the guise of loneliness has been bellowing me to the point where the contact of humanity feels long forgotten. and this reminded me of a time post isolation where i could form my own family, and could really be happy. i miss it so fucking much.

“Is John gone?”
“Everybody’s gone, boo.”

Another mesmerizing experiment from the Ross Brothers, this film contrives and evokes like their Tchoupitoulas, setting barflies loose in a made-up Las Vegas bar on its last night. Greetings from the end of the world.

The most truthful, contemporary thing I've watched in a long time. The Ross brothers unwittingly capture a time and place and community of oddballs that won't be seen again as their staged bar celebrates its close the night before the 2016 election.

Solely from the technical side, it's impressive that Bloody Nose never devolves into a cacophony of music and glasses and people talking. The sound mixing is a feat. It's a little unbelievable that this isn't 100% a documentary.

Divided into chapters by states of drunkenness, interrupted by the TV channel, the Ross brothers reveal the deepest pits of their patrons without ever intervening.

As morning approaches, that emotional clarity blurs back into hangover headaches, and it turns out there isn't much to be said at all. Eventually, everyone leaves, off to wherever else it is they go. Over a montage of Polaroids taken that night, Peggy Lee sweetly sings, "Is that all there is?"

So what do we have here? And does it matter?

Fiction, I’d argue, best captures the universal, while documentary—like journalism—details the specific. If Bloody Nose, Empty Pockets is a singular achievement, it’s in the way the movie manages to do a little bit of both.

www.larsenonfilm.com/bloody-nose-empty-pockets

(Mumbles)

any movie that uses the best song of all time (Peggy Lee's is that all there is) will make me smile real big

The debate over how “real” or fake this movie is reminds me of Mitchell Block’s 1973 short film “...No Lies”. It’s effective and evocative in its storytelling, regardless of its origins.

Peeeeeeeete! Quick get in the Delorean! It's your future Pete! Gosh it's so fucking boring Pete you gotta get in this Delorean!!

Don't know what to think of this, but I highly doubt that by mere coincidence, the tv on the bar would be playing heavy on the editing film masterpieces like Ivan and Potemkin for the day they were shooting this heavy on the editing film

A clear-eyed, big hearted relic of a bygone age.

So much can happen in a single night when the drinks flow freely. Most of it comes across as gibberish from an odd bunch of locals who have a dysfunctional relationship with the bottle and each other, but the effect is warmly sad and bittersweet. What more could one expect from a gang of alcoholics?

R. Crumb does Waiting for Godot

Spellbinding in ways I'm having a hard time putting into words. Experiments like this shouldn't work so perfectly, but this is something else.

I wanted to feel everything more, but “Bloody Nose, Empty Pockets” is still a pretty fascinating slice of life documentary that chronicles the free flowing words, actions and drinks at a nighttime bar in its final moments. This took a really interesting approach in that there are hired actors in those pseudo-documentary so sometimes it doesn’t feel as genuine as it should, but it’s definitely an interesting approach to this unique style of filmmaking. There’s a lot of fun to be had in here too.

Loved this queasily melancholic film. Man, what I wouldn’t give to go to a grotty bar right now 😭

a fantastic bizarre mesh of reality and fiction all set within the realm of people and what it is like to truly be in a community, and what it means to leave that place which you just want to call home. i so needed this: i havent verbally spoken to anyone outside of my family for about 4 months and i havent hung out with friends properly with what feels like longer: and the guise of loneliness has been bellowing me to the point where the contact of humanity feels long forgotten. and this reminded me of a time post isolation where i could form my own family, and could really be happy. i miss it so fucking much.