Eli’s review published on Letterboxd:
A veritable laundry list of things competing to be my biggest pet peeve on the silver screen:
- French dialogue delivered in English
- French “humor”
- twee self-reflexiveness
- pompous psychodrama about the souls of showbiz people
- musicals where the “song” “lyrics” are just literal descriptions of what’s happening in the story (often repeated ad nauseum)
- dramatic actors failing to sing (why, Adam, why?)
- facile, mannered attention-grabbing shit trying to pass as “surrealism”
- lazy writing getting a pass for same (a world where E! News reports on opera singers isn’t a surreal creation, it’s an indifferent writer’s crutch)
Truly painful. Made me remember that going to see movies in theaters again means you risk being trapped in one of these fucking things. I stayed with the single-digit number of theatergoers who made it past the first half hour to write this review, but I was a walkout in spirit.
It’s shot nicely I guess. Clever color-coding and all. Sucks that it has words and audio.