pop a wheelie on the zeitgeist
This was so fun when it was reminiscent of Charlie Kaufman’s surrealism and hilarious when Nicolas Cage was farting and cumming on himself. But then it turned into a frustrated male fantasy on cancel culture that felt punishing just to get through. Maybe there was something I missed, but this just didn’t fully work for me.
This fucking floored me. It’s so dark and haunting, yet so campy. So unsettling, and yet so funny. It’s unhinged and restrained at the same time. There are so many memorable and chill-inducing lines (“I don’t think we have enough hot dogs” is an all-timer). This may be Todd Haynes at his very best doing his own soapy take on Persona by way of Almodóvar and I fucking loved it.