Just a queer little bunny that follows Arthur Schopenhauer
I have some problems with this, like you can tell the ending from miles away etc. but... somehow it feels old school to me, like a type of movie in this era that would have his place on my library for the style, or maybe its just my Prestige love having feelings for this kind of world
I was expecting a cut where the protagonist sees all his failures and his bad side while on a mental carnival? Quite sad it never happened
Well wtf... i don't know if i am not intelectual enough to see where is the masterpiece in this but take it if you are.
The movie is about this guy that sees women as whores and won't shut up for 90% of the movie, talking at 200km/h and loudly so you will end the movie like me, needing 48h of silence to heal the insane headache from all that bullshit.
He is also an asshole that talks about everything…
It would be a masterpiece if this was The Summer of Austé
It starts really well and dreamy. There is this car scene in the beginning that you feel like you are up to something really special.. cinematography hits hugely in this sometimes but its so much of a snooze fest for most of it, as it goes places that are just random, like when they throw Sangaile's mother at you
Sangaile is this girlfriend you will always have it…