Babylon

Da moviessss da moviessss ohhhh THOSE DAMN MOVIESSSS babyyy!!!!!  The world hasn’t been the same without Damien Chazelle. An adrenaline shot of pure undiluted masterful cinematic ecstasy straight into the soul. Perfection. Every frame. The gold dust at the end of the rainbow. The magical lines of cocaine Willy Wonkas Oompa Loompas snort right before they change the fabric of reality as we know it. THE defining love letter to the medium for this generation. A symphonic odyssey into the transcendental impact of the moving image (and exuberant degeneracy). Art immortalised. It’s what dreams are made of. This film is everything….and the industry and audience failed it. Oh yeah, and it’s also just a heartbreaking meditation on legacy and relationship to your own self. The dazzling instability of fame and how quickly you can become obsolete in an ever changing environment. The illusion of Hollywood vs actual reality.  Does art offer immortality or is it merely just a brief distraction before oblivion? The existential weight this film carries through multiple characters brings me close to tears. Life changing picture.