I haven't needed a film at my current point in life like this one in a while. A meditation.
Yes, I know. It was a bomb, the largest in history. It bankrupted many people and basically caused the 'American Epic' genre to come to a close.
But you'd have to be stupid to think financial viability means shit in correlation to a film's quality. I'm legitimately shocked and angry that this was critically maligned when it came out and still is to an extent. I applaud Cimino for essentially saying fuck you to studio cinema, weaving a massive epic…
this movie's existence is impossible.
Thank you Erik Reeds. Without a doubt the most creative piece of art I've ever seen.