Of a piece with A.I. in terms of how deep it goes into the child-parent relationship, & into notions of artifice & narrative.
I had an ear-to-ear grin the whole time. This movie is a perfect object. Dense, complicated, but so light & sweet & bursting with love for film. The film-world & real-world are blurred to the point where they reverse, or the distinction doesn’t matter. How often do we get optimistic satire?*
We live our lives through movies, & Woolsey is our Rabbi.
Matinee feels like a rigorous thesis turned into great fiction.
*but the final shot of the helicopter consuming the frame does solidify that this isn’t solipsistic, but deeply attuned to the image’s political & psychological power.
The mass-shooting sequence reminds me of the dream sequence at the end of Dressed to Kill - when the frame is split between Michael Caine stripping the nurse’s corpse & the galley of crazies watching & cheering from above. It implicates the viewer through purely cinematic means, uses visual vocabulary over dialogue to make its point. In Domino, ISIS realizes that the key to their success is a basic understanding of film craft. I don’t know how politically relevant DePalma intends this…