I think that I should write more.
Star ratings are arbitrary and fluid.
I think the one thing that Bois and Co. don’t get enough credit for is the choice of music; I jumped to Spotify and searched up a playlist as soon as the credits rolled on part four, because his and Rubenstein’s dry commentary over those CG charts and scanned news clippings is so perfectly complimented by the kind of stock library songs that could easily soundtrack late-night commercials for scammy tech schools.
My favorites used in this series are Laboratory…
Cross processing. Color reversal. Shooting AND transferring on 6’s. Saturated color as heightened reality. Classical exploitation married to commercial modernity.
A film informed by films, a story of a real woman twisted into an absurdist feast of meta pop-lunacy.
I am uncomfortable with the idea of insinuating that movies with abrasive styles like this are framed as such because of drugs or drug use; even in cases like this, where Scott directly cites the effects of acid as a visual…