If you're gonna be a religious freak, I need to see this level of commitment. No prosperity gospel shit. Just nails in your shoes and flames in your eyes.
Watching this at age 36 as a mostly retired amateur filmmaker hits different. At its core, this is a movie about how this country (and this world, but specifically this country) doesn't allow every soul to fulfill its purpose. It values some skills, but not others.
It's also about making you, the viewer, the asshole. If you watch this when you're young, you may think, what losers. You may spend the first half of the film laughing at the subjects…
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
A film that starts out so beautiful, so promising, so ripe with poetry. And then totally shits the bed in the last act by revealing that the central character is an abusive kid diddler. A character who understands that he's trash, but doesn't understand WHY he's trash. Written by authors that think they're a lot more profound than they are.
This film is an especially frustrating experience because it comes so close to finding a human truth about identity, about…
This has long been an Xmas favorite, but I find something new to appreciate upon every annual watch. Surreal, unsettling, oddly timeless, a character study in the vein of Maniac (1980) or Falling Down. There are some unforgettable moments, some real faces, big late 70s/early 80s Jersey energy. A psychosexual nightmare without doing any of the obvious things that phrase suggests. I always find myself haunted by it for days after I watch. It's something special.