hi, stranger. the following review was written during/after my first and hopefully only bad mushroom trip (an interesting shading to an overall remarkably positive movie viewing and tripping experience until everyone left and i had to go to sleep and the last two i took kinda late really started to kick in). i’m leaving it up as a monument to the experience. it’s embarrassing and funny and kinda scary. i’m still processing it. but i do think i learned something…
I'm well aware that simply having 1000 listed movies on my Letterboxd profile doesn't exactly mean that I've seen 1000 feature-length films (the irony that this, my 1000th movie log and 400th review log, falls on a 7-minute short film, is not lost on me). But I did think that this milestone could be a good time for me to interrogate my love of movies (and finally start paying for a Pro membership).
This actually isn't my first Letterboxd account.…
- “I know I’m poor.”
- “I don’t care about that, Chicó! But if you at least had a degree!”
- “I’m a PhD in hidden sciences, dramatic philosophy, dogmatic biology, charlatanic perversion, electronic astrology.”
the first half of this film is a slapstick masterpiece, like an adult, live-action version of Looney Tunes or Emperor’s New Groove with religious undertones. the entire cast is colorful, magnetic, and impossible to hate, and familiar tropes are turned on their head brilliantly. and THEN the religious undertones…
Whose idea was it to call this a thriller? There’s not a single thrill to be found here — instead, get ready for Charlie Kaufman bitching about how much everyone and everything sucks in spades, plus a constant barrage of quasi-highbrow cinematic and literary references. Like buying a ticket to a rollercoaster only to find out it stays flat on the ground and goes straight ahead at five miles an hour; a legendary disappointment.