Violent and caustic in it's untheatrical bluntness.
Issaka is a savage, untamable riot, boiling in his rage, unappeasable by any discourse, seeing right through power in any shape of form.
Only in a bunch of miserable immigrant children from the slums you could see such unstoppable, earnest rebellion.
Had me yelling at the screen.
This is the legacy of early post-industrial performance art - the imbecile humour of Nauman's acts, man's conversion into a futile, inconsequential machine.
Takes to the extreme the aberration and disconfort that comes from seing full grown men jumping head first into a wasted life of worthless mockery.
This script is so bad it was probably written by a 13 year old boy while he jerked off to harley quinn. OK basically this movie has no narrative structure, no cohesion between one part and the next, no compelling motifs and no commitment to a coherent storyline.
It has so many illogical jumps i can barely keep track: We Are in Jail > We Are Now Best Friends > We are gonna help to save this dude's girlfriend because???
Honestly i thought this movie could be a lot better considering A) fucking beautiful scenery aka country-side Italy, baroque war town, old houses etc B) Sufjan Stevens C) A+ cast (ok mostly Timothée) AND the overall dreamy atmosphere created by these elements.
Most of the time i felt like things between them were excessively coded to the point where it alienated the audience, like there was an attempt to a slow, subtle pace... but there is a difference between subtle…