Please note all of my star ratings are actually in the SF Chronicle “Little Man” rating system, so please imagine them as such.
Just because it’s fake doesn’t mean it wont bleed.
Rhythmic repetitions and stark juxtapositions send us staring into the dark abyss.
This is Ron Mael’s knowing sneer made cinema.
“Hey kids, lets put on a show. It just so happens to be a brutal insane tragedy.” Energy.
Every flaw feels intentional.
This was my most anticipated movie of the year since seeing Sparks Brothers in January and I’m really wrestling with it and probably will be for some time. See it in a theater if you can. If you can’t, play it LOUD.