One of the most insane, beautiful things I have ever witnessed. "All boundaries are imaginary", a film of nothing but the purest and most radical love, assembled with an audaciousness and scale that is practically unheard of in 21st century American cinema. About a quarter of it "doesn't work", the makeup is super questionable as often as it is insanely impressive, Tom Hanks spends a lot of time talking about "the true true". All of this is true (true) on…
Growing up amongst total nothingness. An ever present hum of plaintive tunes soundtracking various terrible comings of age. Sexual humiliations of various kinds, disillusionment and dissapointment that reveals itself in every part of your life, and of course the inevitable encroaching malaise that is adulthood. When the movies die, what else will be left for us? Bogdanovich's direction is maybe too perfect, there's a certain airlessness here that can't help but feel a little distancing, but than, isn't that intangible distance appropriate?