Things I watch.
My daughter has watched this movie so many times it has literally stopped being a narrative about characters and is now only a series of colors and sounds on an infinite loop, devoid of all content but the hallucinatory fantasia of a secular 20th-century consumerist religion fetishized by a capitalist culture seeped in nostalgia and lacking any original thought of its own unless it is one already pre-packaged and ready to sell.
The mice are cute, though.
Watchable, as evident by the fact that I caught it while channel surfing and forgot to stop until it ended.
But it's not exactly about anything, right? Having just re-watched THE RIGHT STUFF a few weeks ago, this is even more apparent. I don't think Kaufman's film holds together completely, or is as incisive as it thinks it is, but it's definitely trying to examine what the space program meant to a mid-century America in the grips of the Cold…
Don't ask me why I watched this again, but I did. There's a lot of campy stuff in this movie. The framing device is weird (though oddly necessary? I dunno, but Bill Paxton playing a Cameron stand-in feels right); the dialogue is obviously really, really cheesy; the "people in the past sure didn't know about stuff like Picasso" basically never works; Billy Zane is gloriously over-the-top and even has an evil butler. None of that really bothers me, though: this…