Brought my 80-year old aunt to the Quad to see this, which was a brilliant (thank you very much) meta experiment in experiencing this film’s psychosexual family discomfort.
She ended up liking it though!
A classic where I expected a curiosity. For something that even Zappa fans regard with skepticism, I find it a fundamental catch-all of what makes him appealing: technical wizardry, 4th-wall breaking cuteness, XXX humor (the boobies!), good old fashioned psychedelia, ahead-of-his-time satire. He can often be a crotchety fuck, both in interviews and in music, so I was relieved to find this is a good natured ripper the whole way through. I can’t believe this isn’t talked about more often.
Anyone here read the Borges story "Pierre Menard, Author of the Quixote?" The titular character aims to write Cervantes' Don Quixote, the already-published work, word-for-word, naturally, of his own concentration, without in any way using the work as a reference point.
You, reader, can do just that with this film. Set aside 82 minutes, save your $15, and read the following facts about this film. Jonah Hill's directorial debut MID90S, 2018, A24. Now close your eyes. You starting to see…