I'm 30. It sucks.
It's an important story, but besides some flourishes here and there, there's not much of an emotional weight or pull for it to become memorable. At the end it seems that it was all a bit too futile, and even if that was the intention of the filmmakers, it makes the whole tribute-like tone and the overall importance of Radio Moscú that much dwarfed when compared to the horrors of the dictatorship. Might even become offensive!
I just don’t want to be rude, but every review here doesn’t come close to describe how fucking atrocious the dialogue is. How pretty it looks, how convinced it is of what it is, are surely high points, but this might be Larrain’s weakest film by far. Empty provocations, queerbaiting, a plot that absolutely makes no sense, strong idealization of madness, a forced sense of normalcy that doesn’t sit well at all. This is an effort that…
Ah, yes, Sion Sono, you crazy bastard, you've done it again. I like this new wave of films that are more than they meet the eye. This is part of the Roman Porno Reboot, but I can't imagine Nikkatsu being entirely happy with this, as it pokes fun at the concept of the Roman Porno itself. Like a modern day Daisies, this film has layers upon layers of realities, in which you just can't fully comprehend what's…