Pregnant with context—how does this play if you don’t hold some shred of the myth of the PNW in your heart?—but could have more visually leaned into the physical disparity of Portland as a manifestation of class difference. I wanted the camera to show how difficult it would be to bike with a head wound up into the west hills where our villain lives. Sitting in a recently reopened theater in Portland when Nicolas Cage quietly describes how climate apocalypse will obliterate our city. It’s something we have to accept. I should smell my food more.
I have been asked by the PR company to take down the review due to an embargo they only just now informed me is in effect.
EDIT -- Embargo up, here was my original review:
As redolent of pee and poop as Hard to Be a God; as miserable and creeping as The Death of Louis XIV; very grotesque and dumb. Somehow there is no joy to be had in watching Al Capone in a diaper, smoking a carrot, mowing…