Individualism as a core symptom of the human condition, leading to an inevitable and cyclical collective decay. The existence of capital is to demand we offer ourselves to someone else's promises and not to each other, building dependence on power until we are left hopeless in its absence. And so this rural village crumbles, a dilapidated heap, cut off and forgotten by the outside world, languishing in the hopes that someone will come save them. Poisoned by an existence steeped…
I turn 30 next week, so I rented out a theater and showed my family one of my favorite films. After it ended, my mom asked me how Faye Wong could spend so much time changing things in Tony Leung's apartment without him realizing. She chalked it up to simple male obliviousness, but there isn't really a rational explanation, because film doesn't have to be rational. For the same reason that a lovesick cop could eat 30 cans of pineapple,…
Always a treat to see a new movie shot in the Pacific Northwest, always a disappointment to have said movie take place essentially everywhere in America but the Pacific Northwest. If you really want to get away with it the least you could do is not shoot a scene at the diner from Twin Peaks and then have your characters casually drive to Arizona.
Embrace your idiosyncrasies, love your friends, attack and dethrone god, and listen to the Beastie Boys.
This movie has everything you could ever ask for in a documentary, provided all you've ever asked for is a song called "Cane Toad Blues" and a man unironically comparing cane toads to Nazis.
