Synopsis
Come early! Come often!
A man works for the unpleasant guru of a Scientology-like movement.
1996 Directed by Steven Soderbergh
A man works for the unpleasant guru of a Scientology-like movement.
Steven Soderbergh Scott Allen Betsy Brantley Marcus Lyle Brown Joe Chrest Silas Cooper C.C. Courtney Sonny Cranch Ann Dalrymple Darrin Dickerson Andre du Broc Ann Hamilton John Hardy Miles Hardy Coleman Hough Lori Jefferson Eddie Jemison David Jensen Rodger Kamenetz Katherine LaNasa Margaret Lawhon Mike Malone Cristin McAlister Gordon Mese John Mese L. Christian Mixon Liann Pattison Ronnie Stutes
Steven Soderbergh's Schizopolis, 스키즈폴리스, Шизополис, Шизополіс, 变态城
Attention grabbing opening statement. Generic description of the plot (or lack there of). Praise of Soderbergh ingenious and bewildering deconstruction of modern society and human communication. Acknowledgment of flaws preceive by others, notably that the film lacks focus. Dismissal of such claims on the basis that the film's spontaneity and zaniness is what makes it so powerful and unique. Heartfelt plea that Soderbergh returns from semi-retirement.
Schizopolis is a riotous Möbius strip of deranged word games, goofy doppelgängers, esoteric quips, metaphysical raillery, and tongue-in-cheek jabs at professional malaise.
An anarcho-punk provocation of visual, verbal, and textual semiotics—replete with comic set pieces predicated upon logorrhea and aphasia—Soderbergh is working on an onanistic plane here: parenthetically playing with himself in every sense of the phrase.
The concepts on display evoke the interests of late-career James Joyce—it is an erudite / gasbag / bloated piece of high concept art filled with lyrical reveries, existential riddles, deadpan gags, postmodern gimmicks. Or perhaps, the experimental riffing in Schizopolis is more aligned with the work of William Burroughs, trading Burroughs cut-ups for wacky montages, and similarly fusing odd pairings of language with…
Ok….. what in the actual fuck Steven Soderbergh?
After having pretty much peaked and made a name for himself, the Atlanta native decides to channel to make a comedy heavily influenced by Monty Python, Luis Bunuel, Abrams/Zucker and Tommy Wiseau, blend all them together and you got this movie. Its utterly bizarre, beyond surrealist, experimental a la 60s, absurd, ridiculous, screechy, nonsensical, retarded, brilliant and shocking. Everything and nothing really makes sense and by the end you are left numb, staring at the screen and wondering the hell you’ve witnessed.
All in all, I mean, part of me really wants to give this film a zero but the other, mad side just had a blast with whatever happened on screen. I guess I’ll recommend it. But I’m certain much of you would hate it.
I’m seriously torn on this one.
TODAY SCHEDULE
Habit
Schizopolis
Jungleland
10 Cloverfield Lane
I died at:
- Soderbergh speaking Japanese
- Soderbergh "I don't know her"-ing Oliver Stone
- "I may vote Republican but I'm a firm believer in gum control"
Unsure if a film has ever truly deserved the word 'unpredictable' but if anything does, this is it. This is the world of the poseur, the pretender, the fraud.
Criterion Collection Spine #199
Too much of a CF for me to be compelled to analyze, not funny enough to be redeemable.
"In the event that you find certain sequences or ideas confusing, please bear in mind that this is your fault, not ours. You will need to see the picture again and again until you understand everything.”
Director Steven Soderbergh's obscure post-modern satire on … fuck if I know. Schizopolis offers up a few funny moments amidst a sea of complete randomness. Maybe it has something to do with becoming lost within the flow of modern domestic/work life … maybe?
As the opening quote states, you will likely not get it and will need to watch it again and…
Idea missing. Extremely aggressive stuff, but if you can meet Soderbergh on his bizarre wavelength here, there's some seriously potent moments to be found. One of the most honest and, surprisingly, brutally sad depictions of a communication breakdown... and also a laugh riot of a freewheeling formal cypher. The only Soderbergh I've seen so far that could be described as "difficult," but it's worth the effort (and make no mistake, it takes effort). Another day, another soundtrack I'd love to see be made available.
"Oh my God, I'm having an affair with my wife" -Fletcher Munson,
- Soderbergh: boxd.it/axqbw
It's "clever".... I just don't always enjoy "clever."
On the plus side there are a lot of quirky and great moments that made me giggle out loud. There's this "look at me I'm edgy" quality to this film that regularly annoyed me... that's the bad news. I, personally, might have liked this better had I seen it when it came out because you know...different times man. The humor just doesn't feel fresh to me while it may have in 1996.
It's a no from me but most people seem to really enjoy it.
72/100
[Currently revisiting some favorite 1997 U.S. releases that I hadn't seen since around that time, in preparation for an A.V. Club "It was 20 years ago today" retrospective. For the most part, I'm just gonna make a few quick notes and then cut/paste what I wrote back then, because I've already fallen like a week behind with updates.]
• Fourth time's the charm, very belatedly, for a movie that I desperately wanted to love when it was originally released and just could not. Schizopolis still is what it always was: a mess, stuffed with too many random ideas and sophomoric jokes to "work" in any conventional sense. But I'm less inclined to care about intellectual coherence now, and more willing…