A brilliant meditation on loneliness and isolation within the physical representation of the American Dream.
Vegas isn’t glamourized in this film, it’s shown through the eyes of a woman frustrated with the monotony and repetition of her life. People float in and out, but no real connections are made.
Striking imagery throughout the film. Shots linger on for so long you become entranced, hypnotized, waiting for something to happen but at the same time perfectly comfortable with the slowness. Vegas comes in the form of dilapidated, ruined structures. Dry, rigid deserts. What is seen as the holy city of American culture is actually a wasteland. This bleak reality is masterfully captured both in the film’s cinematography and the symbolism…