The second Poetic Justice begins, its director riffs on what mainstream, largely white audiences expect out of a romantic drama, before immediately segueing into what mainstream, largely white audiences expect out of a John Singleton picture. It's an opening sequence that's as harrowing and virtuosic as anything in Boyz n the Hood, and it has storytelling value beyond its meta commentary, but the film then shifts into its true mode, that of a languorous road movie in which relationships ebb…

UPDATE/JANUARY 16, 2020: I was 20 years old when I posted this review. Since then, I've learned a lot more about cinema, made a few films myself, and aged seven years. I would not write a review like this today, though I must admit that I still find this one amusing. Carry on!
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To say that Holy Motors has been praised would be the understatement of the century. It has been discussed and interpreted more than probably any other…