wild shifts in tone just like the best of Hong Kong films
verticality in frames, stuttering the figures moving horizontally. the jagged frame rate calls attention to the illusion of 24 frames per second. a vertical mountain range of sound cascading down the strip of film. the film sockets, a glitching cowboy, the ghost of a horse. hands trying to grip flickering guns, flickering steering wheels. a wobbling frame. the finale? the careful analysis of the blinking eye. different frames, different times, different stocks, all co-existing together.
A post from Reddit:
Whoa bro! This movie was fucking sick. It had all these great ethnic stereotypes and then the end acknowledged that those jokes are stale. How meta! My mind was fucking blown! Also, how hilarious is it that two dudes would fuck??? Right??? So funny. You know what's also funny? Stupid religious people. They're fucking dumb for having faith. Fuck them. Now let's go smoke some weed.
Truly execrable. A bloated corpse floating on the surface of a scummy river, darkened with the decay of the dead. An explosion of pus and blood expectorating from a deep wound on the psyche of the nation. A single turd rolling infinitely on the meniscus of toilet water. A gaggle of bragging tweens, loathsome with the miasma of Axe body spray, trading misogynistic jokes and laughing at men punching women in the face. A discarded and melted styrofoam container holding…