I've watched about half an hour and I don't think I can stomach much more. Yet another non-formulaicly formulaic pretentious piece of shit. Cannes Film festival winner my ass. What a bunch of assholes at the Cannes film festival anyway. Why does "deep" these days mean slow in pace, annoying and full exterior shots of shithole towns. A bunch of people talk amongst themselves colloqially and monosyllabically. How deep. Especially when a bunch of asshole Europeans have their own vision of the American Dream which translates into they film people driving around in big cars eating hamburgers.
The jist of the beginning of the movie is a guy with a beard who walks around the middle of the Mojave desert. Oh and he has one of those diseases where he doesn't remember anything. Then in true Indie fashion he recconects with his son after being gone for a long time. Oh and his brothers wife is from France. She kisses everyone everywhere all the time because shes french. Connections abound! He has a perpetual contemplative stare. The director tries to be slick by showing everyones feet shifting around nervously under the table before cutting to them sitting around the table while having dinner. How creative.
I bet the people that made this movie has some sort of amazing "vision" about connecting worlds and thought there was really cute irony in a shithole town in Texas having the same name as arguably the culturally most sophisticated city in the world and thought that by weaving this contrast into the plot they would be deep. Anyway, back to the movie
A silent home movie when the crazy dudes son was a couple years younger coupled with a soft melodic soundtrack. How touching, beautiful, dramatic and contemplative. I bet thats what Roger Eberts review will say when I read it. This is really putting me to sleep.
The jist of the beginning of the movie is a guy with a beard who walks around the middle of the Mojave desert. Oh and he has one of those diseases where he doesn't remember anything. Then in true Indie fashion he recconects with his son after being gone for a long time. Oh and his brothers wife is from France. She kisses everyone everywhere all the time because shes french. Connections abound! He has a perpetual contemplative stare. The director tries to be slick by showing everyones feet shifting around nervously under the table before cutting to them sitting around the table while having dinner. How creative.
I bet the people that made this movie has some sort of amazing "vision" about connecting worlds and thought there was really cute irony in a shithole town in Texas having the same name as arguably the culturally most sophisticated city in the world and thought that by weaving this contrast into the plot they would be deep. Anyway, back to the movie
A silent home movie when the crazy dudes son was a couple years younger coupled with a soft melodic soundtrack. How touching, beautiful, dramatic and contemplative. I bet thats what Roger Eberts review will say when I read it. This is really putting me to sleep.
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