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Scrawler’s review published on Letterboxd:
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The closest thing to the Jackie Brown redux for which I've been longing that I'm ever going to get (and I've made my peace with that fact). I'm not sure yet how I feel about the ending, which somehow felt both lacking in tension and a bit too graphic. (I know, I know, the latter is an absurd comment considering what actually happened, but I seriously almost retched at one point.) Anyway, I thought everything that came prior was more or less absolute perfection as a treatise on aging and authenticity and as a love letter to a very specific form of artistic expression. I particularly appreciated that it somehow managed to present a vision that was hopeful about handing the future off to its younger generations while still being firmly and hilariously anti-hippie.
The theater where I saw it was actually in the film itself and the audience was absolutely losing their shit, which enhanced the whole experience.