A freaky-floaty tumbling-all-the-way-down dream noir, shot in location at *the interzone*. I remember almost nothing specific about this, which is pretty much the highest recommendation for this sort of thing. Sleep deprivation cinema.

Actually thought Dunaway was generally really good— certainly always compelling to watch— and that the onus for her various legendary moments of campy “too muchness”  ought be better  placed upon the limp filmmaking for failing to mirror her passion.

Really sort of depressingly pointless dramatization though— with no real second level agenda besides uniting Joan’s manic careerism with her alleged child abuse. Probably the peril of adapting this sort of tabloid sensation into a film, i guess.

84/100

Showed this to my father. He was bored by it. I explained to him that the fact that he loves me enough to watch any film I want him to is what the film is basically about. He said "No Julian, it's about lesbian lepidopterists."

It's still a masterpiece, Dad.

73/100

Hot Take 1: The Great Escape + The Virgin Suicides = me underselling the fuck out of this movie.

Hot Take 2: A beautiful, ten-legged monster is sliced up by the patriarchy, but bravely refuses to bleed.