Babylon sits in the perfect resting stop of concern and admiration - you know what that is? A liar.
For a film dedicated to showing the depths of this industry, it loves to reminisce on the good ole days. Babylon seeks to rekindle that hunger for cinema in the boldest (western) sense. One masturbatory and one encased in a chastity belt. The film lives within contradictions, and one could call it a weak moral structure.
What does Chazelle want? I’m…