Fugayzi, fugazi, it’s a whatsy, it’s a whoozy, it’s fairy dust, it doesn’t exist. It’s never landed. It’s no matter. It’s not on the elemental chart. It’s not fucking real.
God I hate this film. A devastating signifier of the complete corrosion of artistic integrity in studio filmmaking. This film is only the latest marker of this current moment in film culture: a moment which shows that films like Taxi Driver or The King of Comedy - two films this monstrosity blatantly imitates - are never going to be made by major studios again unless attached to a comic book IP. The potential brilliance of these kinds of stories is therefore…
Ok I fucking loved this, call it pointless, empty, boring or whatever but all those things would be wrong. It’s Tarantino’s most tender film. To the point where it was almost... moving? I never thought I’d say that about a Tarantino film, which is the reason this film is elevated as one of the best in his filmography for me.
ALSO each actor brought their absolute fucking A-game I could watch each and every one of this film’s characters for hours