I'd watch the hell out of that Victor Hugo TV movie.
Parsing through how characters navigating overstimulation and alienation in the same places where you also experience them is hella difficult. I'm not sure if that separation is necessary when it's another factor that tethers an audience to its constantly shifting emotional contexts. Lovers swap partners, opening their hearts and quarreling in domestic spaces. Malick carries these interlocking dialogues through a city undergoing a similar architectural crisis -- will culture be retained as granite and slate-laden modernity and…
Calling media "dated" as strictly a pejorative needs to stop. It implies that only contemporary works matter because they're about The Way We Live Now, ignoring the archival value of a cultural statement. Sure, there's a spectrum through which one can have this conversation, but it very often winds up as a dead-end. If there is a common complaint with Mann's work, it's that his attempts at staying in the vanguard of taste fossilize portions of his works in amber…
"...For there is a man inside me, and only when he's finally out, I can walk free of pain."
-- Tobias Fünke