I’d like to see Letterboxd try to pull THIS page down.
It seems foolish to label any of Korine's films as his masterpiece, or even as Peak Korine. Each one's operating principle is to string a taut line between how seriously Korine regards his characters, and how aggressively he dares us to dismiss them; one's mileage is usually in finding pleasure at one end of the rope, and/or by reveling in its tension. What I will say of The Beach Bum - which essentially transfers the rambling autohagiography of your everyday…
I don't want to give a star rating just yet (11/26: disregard), and I definitely don't want to say anything revealing until people get a chance to see it. But wherever you stood in the Great PTA Twitter Battle earlier this week is almost definitely where you'll remain after this gorgeous, slightly unhinged, idiosyncratic-yet-unprecedented entry in his catalog.
Pretty sure it's no secret I'm in the "there's literally no argument - he's the goddamn greatest" camp.
11/27: I can't stop…
I hated so many things about this, but I feel I should at least commend the general aesthetic chaos of the flight sequences: a mostly impressionistic series of underlit handheld closeups which highlights the physical toll on the human body, and also the fact that this technology - while being at the forefront of human achievement - never seems to be quite as secure as one would hope.
Having said that, the motif wears out almost immediately because Chazelle shoots…