Easy to Breath is one of the best songs ever written.
Even better a second time; subtly powerful, and loudly creative.
Maniac, but as an art film solely operating off genuine dream logic, and focusing on the interrogation of our sex and violence obsession, delivered through stardom via television. Pretty rad! Also, just an absolute banger of a score (and incredible credit song), impeccable editing, and one of the most subtly impressive indie films ever (no kills on screen, and basically has only three actors, yet feels bigger than it is)!
Lynch, Haneke, and Cronenberg would be proud of their bastard 90s nightmare offspring.
This shouldn't work. It should be deplorable, convoluted, annoying, and pretentious. It should make me feel sick, I should hate this, I should never want to look at Vincent Gallo, and I should wash this away from my life. But I just can't. It just works. It's magical really. Brilliant performances all around, wild stylistic choices, and a moving tale of a horrible protagonist (that you somehow feel bad for (sometimes)) slowly learning to accept, take responsibility, and love. What…
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
Look. I’m gonna try my best to stay calm, and logical, because I don’t want to get into debates, and I don’t want to just shit on something that I know a lot of people love. Everyone has their own opinion, and I respect that. This was simply not for me. In fact this is the fourth Guillermo Del Toro film I’ve seen, and it’s the fourth I haven’t liked (Pan’s Labryinth (2.5), Hellboy (1.5), And Crimson Peak (.5)). There’s…