On the one hand, this film features Where The Streets Have No Name by U2.
On the other, I don’t know what the FUCK is going on.
On the one hand, Rosie Perez is incredible.
On the other, I don’t know what the FUCK is going on!
On the one hand, this was beautiful and poetic and had something to say about living life with purpose and enjoying every breath you take.
ON THE OTHER, I DON’T KNOW WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON!!!!
Okay, but actually though, this left me so confused as to what I was supposed to get out of this. It felt like it was angled around som high concept, easy to understand premise and then just convoluted it at every turn. The film takes detour after detour with scenes of people doing shit that, frankly, was just confusing and didn’t really resonate in the way it clearly is intended to resonate.
He crashed the car to show Rosie Perez that she couldn’t have saved her kid?! Why is he so quick to blow up his perfectly decent marriage to Isabella Rossellini?? What’s up with the strawberries?? Where did John Turtorro go????
That type of ambiguity is usually fine and dandy when I get to the end and have some idea of the life lesson at the center. Even the whole “cherish your life” thing is, I guess, there to some degree. But ultimately just buried under what I found to be vague scene after vague scene of people saying and doing stuff.
I enjoyed the performances and it’s very competently made but around the midpoint of the movie I could feel my eyes glaze over, completely indifferent to whatever these characters were going through because their emotions are so up in the ether that it’s hard to ground them in any kind of tangible way. Jeff Bridges suddenly having no fear of death sounds cool on paper, but that really didn’t come in to play. He just whispers to Rosie Perez, “we’re ghosts” as if that’s supposed to mean something!
I can see why this isn’t a Weir classic and it appears to be pretty divisive. Maybe I’ll learn to appreciate it as I age. Maybe I need a 3 hour podcast to explain this to me. Preferably one by Griffin Newman and David Sims. If only such a podcast existed.
6.4/10
On the one hand, this film features Where The Streets Have No Name by U2.
On the other, I don’t know what the FUCK is going on.
On the one hand, Rosie Perez is incredible.
On the other, I don’t know what the FUCK is going on!
On the one hand, this was beautiful and poetic and had something to say about living life with purpose and enjoying every breath you take.
ON THE OTHER, I DON’T KNOW WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON!!!!
Okay, but actually though, this left me so confused as to what I was supposed to get out of this. It felt like it was angled around som high concept, easy to understand premise and then just convoluted it at every turn. The film takes detour after detour with scenes of people doing shit that, frankly, was just confusing and didn’t really resonate in the way it clearly is intended to resonate.
He crashed the car to show Rosie Perez that she couldn’t have saved her kid?! Why is he so quick to blow up his perfectly decent marriage to Isabella Rossellini?? What’s up with the strawberries?? Where did John Turtorro go????
That type of ambiguity is usually fine and dandy when I get to the end and have some idea of the life lesson at the center. Even the whole “cherish your life” thing is, I guess, there to some degree. But ultimately just buried under what I found to be vague scene after vague scene of people saying and doing stuff.
I enjoyed the performances and it’s very competently made but around the midpoint of the movie I could feel my eyes glaze over, completely indifferent to whatever these characters were going through because their emotions are so up in the ether that it’s hard to ground them in any kind of tangible way. Jeff Bridges suddenly having no fear of death sounds cool on paper, but that really didn’t come in to play. He just whispers to Rosie Perez, “we’re ghosts” as if that’s supposed to mean something!
I can see why this isn’t a Weir classic and it appears to be pretty divisive. Maybe I’ll learn to appreciate it as I age. Maybe I need a 3 hour podcast to explain this to me. Preferably one by Griffin Newman and David Sims. If only such a podcast existed.
6.4/10
