"I perform, discreetly, lunatic chores"
5: sacred
4: <3
3: like
2: bleh
1: boo
"You think black donut holes and multiverses and apocalypses with tidy conclusions are killing cinema?" this seems to ask, before breaking it down, showing the multitudes contained within our cultural moment, how while it may seem we watch multiverses cause we're brainwashed by our overlord disney, really we watch multiverses because we want to suck each other's hot dog fingers and have someone correct our spinal alignment and tell us that our mom loves us. Our tastes are weirder than…
Just when you can't handle another scene, this movie hits you with sweetness. Just when you start getting comfortable, it turns unwatchable. And just when you think it's "cool", it gets too disturbed. All while following the beats of a teenage TV drama... In the long line of hustler stories, this has gotta be the first absurdist melodrama. This movie is not what you think. It's unpredictable in unpredictable ways. It's gorgeous, cheeky, and fucking brutally upsetting.
But also, for long…
For a political drama, this really avoids the actual politics of the Chicago 7. It does not talk about imperialism, it does not talk about dead Vietnamese civilians, it does not talk about the American police force as an inherently authoritarian regime, it does not talk about prison abolition, and it avoids the word capitalism. This movie, in general, avoids radical critique of America. And that would be fine -- movies don't have to be about radicalism! -- except for…