the world is yours and you can’t refuse it.
And now you’re a boss, too… of this pile of rubble.
Disaffected youth, a corrupt government, nuclear energy caused telekinesis, violence, death and rebirth. Paired with an almost hypnotic soundtrack and booming colors.
The future doesn’t have one linear path, but many different crossroads.
So glad I rewatched this when they showed it in theaters. A spiritual journey.
Life has no value without pain.
This movie glows with outstanding and unmatched cinematography.
It eerily portrays the gruesomeness of humanity, the filthy aspect, the brutal aspect, in such an artistic way that we cannot quite help but love every second of this sad, violent and tragic display of everyone’s decaying innocence. Distorted or nonexistent morals, finding order only in chaos. Salvation only in revenge. The score of this movie is haunting, as is the dialogue, and the constant shifting…
Feelings can creep up, just like that.
I thought I was in control.
This movie feels as though everyone in it is stuck - limited to the walls of their room, alleyways, or personal feelings, unable to breathe.
It’s never quite liberating. And essentially, it proves that sometimes, in order to avoid a certain situation, we create an escape that embodies what we swore to never be, or do - our escape embodies the reason we are stuck in the first place.
Don't you ever stop asking?
No. I never stop.
But you're not getting an answer.
A beautiful exploration of how dreadful the end of our existence is, and what it means to exist — to experience puzzling things such as fear, belief and love — in the first place.
Even the most miserable life is better than a sheltered existence in an organized society where everything is calculated and perfected.
As long as the camera flash is bright enough, it covers the dullness of whoever it catches. Breathtaking black and white scenes that make us feel color without seeing it, suits and tailored dresses as dark as the feeling of being so alone amidst a group of people searching for the same thing. A way to mend the excruciating loneliness. Loneliness, even in the most crowded, glamorous places, among the decadence of Rome.