I respect Godard in theory for the limited-subtitles approach but sorry man I liked this way more with the full subtitles on
Finds innumerable small details to flesh out its information-packed script - about working-mom balance especially, but even simpler stuff like taking calls in the middle of New York, shitty Skype connections, a dropped cup of coffee, accidental outfit matching, the draw of celebrity photographs - that really makes this sing. The actors respond accordingly, giving slight expressions that tell a whole story boiling just under the surface of what we see, one that only occasionally bursts free. Schrader's last film,…
Still wrapping my head around it critically, but I want to answer some non-spoilery questions that I myself had going into it.
SHOULD I WATCH THIS ALL IN ONE SITTING?
God no. It is pointedly - as in, specified within the film itself - designed to be watched on three separate days, in three separate parts. Episode 1 and 2 the first day, Episode 3 the second, and Episodes 4-6 the third. You could make a case that it works…
First, the bad - David Robert Mitchell not listen to his own music or something? Gotta crib exclusively from other movies like this one? Poor form.
Second, an admission - almost every element of this movie is completely in my wheelhouse; an awful version of this would still be at least halfway appealing.
Third, a conclusion - I was all about this thing from the jump. It picks away at the way young men in this town chase women, fame,…