like the room if tommy wiseau had been kicked in the head by a horse

lynchian in that it follows its own dream logic, albeit to nowhere

possibly schizophrenic in that it’s a journey to nowhere but the filmmaker’s impenetrable ego

the interiors seemed meaner than the streets for most of the runtime but the last couple minutes changed my mind

felt nice to feel things, even if the feeling was that this was needlessly cruel and stupid

peter described this as a bunch of giant ambitious home run swings at a ball that isn’t being pitched. astoundingly weird, you can really tell a wine fortune was liquidated to make this happen

ps when you talk about terrible people who are in this (shia labeouf, jon voight, dustin hoffman?, others i’m blanking on?), don’t forget zionist, plagiarist, epstein associate, and spouse of bill ackman neri oxman, who has a bit part in this and was some sort of consultant on how all this stuff looked!