yeah, I'm thinking I'm back (to help myself remember movies I've watched by jotting down some notes)
Sometimes you just want to watch a found-footage movie about a bunch of shithead YouTubers who like to mess around in abandoned houses and drop the occasional forced pop-culture reference. And sometimes, if you're (un)lucky, you encounter one such movie that features 3 hilarious back-to-back "monologues":
- one delivered by a incel-presenting climate-change denialist about not paying taxes and fleecing the government via bogus grant applications (because the government also doesn't believe that the climate's fucked) (obviously)
- one delivered…
As a pointed commentary on "modern living" (b/w some sly scuttlebutt about the gulf between haves and have-nots), as a sympathetic yet unflinching depiction of a man's misspent life, as an embodiment of his fractured delusions, as a cautionary tale about the poisonous allure of nostalgia, as a possibly accidental case of form mirroring function (cf. the mismatched cuts serving to reflect Merrill's addled state of mind), and most definitely as a testament to Burt Lancaster's ability to simultaneously embody virility and vulnerability, this film is 99.99.99% perfect.