The Astrologer

The Astrologer ★★★½

No idea why I liked this as much as I did. It’s exactly as weird as the hyperbole surrounding it suggests, but it’s also unexpectedly competent and, like, good. It’s kind of like Blow but for astrology bois. Craig Denney is a sort of proto-Tommy Wiseau who made an oddly enthralling vanity project and then dipped, but the film we were left with is a treasure. (Photographed in Astravision, no less!) It’s absolutely bizarre in scope, packing the lengthy international escapades of Denney’s successful alter ego into a lean 77 minutes. For the entire runtime the film ricochets from strangely effective to really weird with its unlicensed Moody Blues montages and narrative ellipses, all captured in this odd stoic way that simultaneously amps up the grimy lofi qualities and the sense of self-importance; it’s like if Ted V. Mikels directed The Wolf of Wall Street. At the end of Craig’s hurdle to defeat, the film just kind of ends with the best newspaper headline montage I’ve ever seen.

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