if all you ever talk about is how much you want to be a comedian that blanketly provokes in an everyone is a target sort of way while periodically linking it to struggles and issues you care about, then maybe actually do that with the platform you're consistently provided instead of constantly ranting about how you can do it and do it in other contexts but sometimes get people upset.
fellini's reputation as a middlebrow chronicler of extravagance is very odd to me because this shit is some of the most avant-garde cinema non-brakhage division out there. even someone like malick chronicles a broad emotional throughline through his narratological presentation of dasein. fellini just throws all of these different impressions of what he's interested in communicating, if that's one set objective at all, and then it works in this piecemeal form where every one part helps contextualize the other into…
disgusting, irritating, and hard to watch, which is exactly what our current reality would look like thousands of years from now. it can be hard to conceptualize that all of the cartoonish kings and sacrifice rituals and shit that you read about were actually, really real at one point in time.
using this review to log ratings/reviews of ahs seasons as i go through them
pretty stupid and annoying. boring characters, surface-level "decadent" atmosphere that's really just tinny and empty, and the most rote and by-the-numbers commentary on "grief" and "addiction" imaginable. only positive point is evan peters being great as always.
pretty interesting in the first half with the fictional interview/fiction hybrid creating a compelling character study that also doubles as competent genre fare. the second…