I've always dreamed of classic cars and movie screens
Rivaled only by Dr. Strangelove and Starship Troopers as the most successful cinematic satire of America as the zenith of moral and cultural failure.
Alex loved it. Even my mom liked it. My dad still refuses to process metaphor in film as a concept, but once we explained it to him, I think he kind of dug it as well.
It's pretty rare that I watch a movie and think "That would have benefited from being a season of TV", but here we are.
Moorhead and Benson have made a name for themselves doing cerebral, Lovecraftian sci-fi/horror on microbudgets. While I'm sure this (their fourth film) didn't cost much (if it had, they wouldn't have set it in New Orleans), it's definite scaled-up compared to their previous efforts. I'm not entirely sure that correlates with it being the weakest of…
Given the pulpy premise and low budget, I was not expecting something this grueling and earnest. A bit formless at the start (it's less than 90 minutes and could probably stand to be even shorter), but by the time it zeros in on it's ultimate aims, it's pretty gripping.
I feel like Olivia Wilde doesn't get enough credit. Granted, she's mostly in bad stuff, but she always delivers. She's raw here in a way that would probably garner more praise…