Letterboxd — Your life in film

all mankind ought to be able to desire eating plastic without it meaning anything more than them liking the taste of plastic.

very strange movie.

no.

neorealism. very worth watching but i'll revisit in a month or two before rating it.

the idea of this movie (both the premise and how people talk about it) is substantially cooler than this movie.

mind-melding with kurosawa's rhythm sort of feels like speaking a foreign language to me.

"in any case, his enthusiasm was a bit over the top."

squanders fukunaga's characteristically good form/rhythm on a bad script that insists on complete self-seriousness.

chronically suffers from metaphor writing.

this is a periodically relaxing movie that gets hamstrung by annoyingly regressive and patronizing gender politics in the back stretch.

don't have kanye self-importance if you can't make kanye caliber music.

renoir is trying to do an interesting thing here, but unfortunately the central conceit is built around inhabiting this child-like perspective, and trying to artistically do that without being spiritually eight (lucas, malick) is a recipe for your framing device feeling contrived and inauthentic.