i am dead...yet i live.
To Iñárritu lovers, a beguiling masterpiece. To Iñárritu haters, an insufferable slog. To those unconverted in either direction (me), a frivolous display of beautiful images.
Every contemporary “auteur” is in the business of autofantasia nowadays but none of those films have been quite the egregiously deliberate Fellini knockoff that this is. If you’re gonna do a near shot-for-shot remake of 8 1/2 maybe…I don’t know…have it be about something? And at the very least give that something a thesis?
Also we really need to free the poor vfx artist Netflix is holding captive in their hq making all these cgi fetuses this year.