“It’s an expensive dick joke.”
K Stew twitching at 2x speed, Viggo sounding like Neil Hamburger, Seydoux seydouxing her thing … a comedy of manners vivisecting a painless and artless world, as incendiary as MAPS TO THE STARS or COSMOPOLIS while being more oblique.
Deeply satisfying for Viggo to have the same reaction on-screen as I did to Earman. Run, don’t walk!
"...For there is a man inside me, and only when he's finally out, I can walk free of pain."
— Dr. Tobias Fünke
Calling media "dated" as strictly a pejorative needs to stop. It implies that only contemporary works matter because they're about The Way We Live Now, ignoring the archival value of a cultural statement. Sure, there's a spectrum through which one can have this conversation, but it very often winds up as a dead-end. If there is a common complaint with Mann's work, it's that his attempts at staying in the vanguard of taste fossilize portions of his works in amber…