hardest thing to believe here is that the aliens use 12-tone equal temperament. cool that they just wanted to play some jazz w/ us all along
jaw legitimately dropped at the credits. somewhere between three-and-a-half and four stars for the picture itself, five full stars for the fucking balls of making this movie in 1987 as a collaboration with not only the Sandinista government but ordinary Nicaraguan civilians using major studio money. jesus the way the ending just explodes any pretense it had of simply being a biopic. also the bit where Walker just struts in there and plays that piano. rly underscores how deranged this…
This movie really wants to be Possession, Suspiria, and Eyes Wide Shut all at once. It's none of those things, but feels more like someone took scenes from those and edited them together with a new plot. It would've been more interesting if it actually did that, but instead it aims for homage.
There's other parts of this movie that would feel breathtakingly experimental and daring if it was not obvious that they were completely unintentional. The emotional arc feels…