You know how they say it's easier to teach a comedian to act than it is to teach an actor how to be funny? The same is true about actors (the cattle of the film world) and stunt people (precious gems who hold up the heavens with both muscular arms). Maybe we should just give cinema entirely over to the Amy Johnsons and Zoe Bells of the world and let them figure it out.
Johnson is great here. She has…
Adbusters-style détournement with juvenile humour, both artifacts of the 2000s. Cheap heat, but I dig it, especially when there are like 4 gags going on in every frame.
Weird for people to complain that this should have been more anti-capitalist. The anti-capitalist part is when you're disgusted with yourself for how many of these logos you recognize.
Respect to René Vidal. Infinite death to José Mirano.
Seeing and loving the later Assayas films of Geography of Nowhere alienation and sinister airport-vibe intrigues, I wasn't sure what to expect from this earlier one. I knew it was a movie about movies and the power of cinema, which I tend to dislike, as the power of cinema should be self-evident without industry autofellatio. That's my least favourite kind of autofellatio.
Whatever. I shouldn't have worried. This is a very…
If someone had told me "This is everything you enjoyed about Speed Racer but with attractive women instead of annoying children and farting chimps" I would have watched this a lot earlier.
It's a bit flabby in the middle, but what the hell, so am I. Anno should have done a dozen sequels.
