garza’s review published on Letterboxd:
“They wanted a show, I gave them a show.”
Far beyond Portman’s and Cassidy’s great performances and Crawley’s masterful camera work, this movie hits you with an authenticity which is extremely rare to find these days, and haunts you with an allure that will permanently get burned into you soul.
A brave and incredibly bold approach on celebrity's worship on this century. How the film reconfigurates all ideas of greatness, pop music and talent by mixing them up with terrorism, trauma and even religion is amazing, and the film does it in such an organic and real way that you can’t help but feel hipnotized and intoxicated from beginning (one of the most shocking openings I’ve seen in a long time) to end.
Corbet is a modern-day prophet and this movie is the teaching he’s leaving to us mankind, but not as a negative commentary or as criticism, but simply as a statement on where we stand right now and where we are headed.
The continuous references to the importance of past and future along the film try to remind us of something bigger than all of us, the importance of a greatest figure as a symbol of the magnificent and the truth. For many years, that position belonged to God, but now that we’ve conceptually killed him (as Celeste also did), during this 21st century that position has been filled by another entity, equally loved and glorified: fame.