ME: You don’t want any of art of this film. Don’t watch this!

YOU: Oh yeah, I don’t want some dumb garbage...

ME: It’s not dumb at all. It’s actually an incredibly incisive satire of the music biopic!

YOU: Oh, well there’s probably just a bunch of obscure actors in it...

ME: Literally EVERYONE is in this movie. INCLUDING Jack White as Elvis!

YOU: It’s not another dumb mumblecore improv comedy that isn’t even that funny—

ME: This is the…

Pretty much a film where the Mandalorian meets Ellie from The Last of Us smack dab in the middle of a Deadwood episode. If this sounds fun to ya (and it occasionally is in a familiar sort of way) then this is the space western for you! Personally I couldn’t get too invested in the going’s on here. Despite a great Texan cowboy performance by the Mando himself and the cool space forest setting (which is obviously just the Pacific…

Watching this again after years and years convincing myself that this was in fact Tarantino’s crowning achievement was a strange experience. The first half of the film was all fine and good. It was all mostly how I remembered it. Occasional moments played out slightly differently though. Just tiny things here and there that were slightly skewed, probably due to recollecting the social memory of this film rather than the actual film itself. 

Aside from this, the only thing I…

Memory is tenuous. An amorphous, ephemeral little artifact. Semantic networks swiftly weave a complicated web of consciousness and conclusions and back around to beginnings, now distorted by the conclusions. It’s all colored by subjective experience and then viewed in another layer of subjectivity, through glasses, one lens rose colored, the other midnight blue. It’s also tangled up in relationships, other people, culture, media, other memories: like that one time you went and met your significant other’s parents. You were nervous…