Make it stop now!!
The Cosmopolis auteur returns with a darkly hilarious psychological desecration of the cringe, high-class Hollywood puppet-masters and their willing participants placing their illusions in a capitalist machine. The antithesis of Mulholland Dr. (2001) works to levels of palpable insanity as the personal lives within the Hollywood edifice self-destruct with conscious dysfunctional structures. Cannes-awarded Moore works as the extreme self-indulgent version of Naomi Watts, but here reality does not shift for anyone; it remains the same for everyone involved, unfortunately, and…
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
WARNING. The following movie has:
1) 237 minutes in length
2) The movie title appearing after one hour of running time
3) A drag
7) Genital gore
10) A "Virgin Mary"
12) Kung Fu butt-kicking female teens
13) Psychotic menopausal females
14) Pornographic furniture
15) A Joshuu 701-gô: Sasori (1972) tribute with a pinky film spoof character called "Miss Scorpion"
Before you ask, this is not my first Refn movie. In that way, I can know that:
- He still likes to dress his crooks with light grey pants and have some of them bald, like if they were still living in Denmark.
- He still uses an awesome techno soundtrack (with some pop touches that I can forgive) to open his films and to close them. The underground nudist dive bars / seedy joints cannot be omitted, of course.…