Cats

Cats

This movie is going to play at midnight longer than the Broadway version played the Winter Garden Theater. It’s somehow weirder on repeat viewings. There’s too much bizarre shit to process in one sitting. I found myself looking at the actors on the edges of the frame or in the backgrounds, and just watching their weird artificial bodies move — a lot of times their feet are clearly not touching the ground that I guess was just painted in later. It’s truly unsettling. 

So many questions! Why do some cats have human hands? Where are the people in this world? Why is the bar advertising something called “hot milk soup”? Why is Jennifer Hudson’s nose running constantly, even when she’s not singing? Why does Idris Elba look so naked? How come Taylor Swift wears sexy heels when everyone else is barefoot? These questions will last a lifetime, and I love it.

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