It's all about the set design, costumes, and props. Incredible design but, after a promising beginning, this let me down so hard.
It falls into a lot of the most annoying tropes of 70s surrealism: characters constantly gesticulating and making grating "quirky" noises, an over-reliance on randomness, and a lack of visceral atmosphere. Oh and a childish male-gazey obsession with sex as a way to be "progressive." It often feels weirdly pedestrian and flat in spite of the gorgeous things…
Chloe Zhao has created something close to an American masterpiece in an era where they are hard to come by. She is the kind of artist that I aspire to be: viewing life through a lens of wonder and despair, soaking in every detail she can of this beautiful and mysterious world.
It’s funny how so many of the artists who end up capturing the heart of America were born outside of it. Though, I guess it’s no surprise that…