reagan era horror movie about the fear of free market capitalism and how its used to exploit children and those who are vulnerable and the fight back against it. the paranoia of this era and the wreckage the market system has on people and their love is all culminated in one sweary baby who is a little fucking legend parading around killing everything in his site and just the spectacle of this 2 foot child killing grown ass people is hilarious enough to absolutely adore it
a tale of three acts truly: gorgeous humanistic images and a love letter to life until its not. complete joy to watch within the first act so devoid of despair as it all aspired from others art to become a culmination of adoration and love of those others art. yet it becomes a melodramatic war film so alike those which become before it and tragically forgets what makes it special before. if only the passion project it was once before stayed tonally within the entire film. 400 blows was better!
atmospheric bliss. a modern noir flicked on its head to become a pulsating runaway of a piece tearing itself apart by the seams. a broken heart fixated on the joint in his hand not the edgeways of horror in the leeway behind. the crushing of broken dreams and messed up memories, why live in the present when all you want is to live in the past. driven by the loneliness of being together in life. ptas masterpiece.
feels like everything blade runner is hyped up to be: a fully realised gorgeous piece of world building and a critique on authoritarianism in its own expressionism and fragments of its own glorious mind becoming one of its own. satirising its own existence yet stopping it from becoming its own demise of political satirisation is the core of pure wonderful romantic bringing the film together as the ordinary “we live in a society” critique is done so meticulously that its…