My brain pretty much shut down as soon as the lights went off, so the only thing I could do was to let Abel Ferrara's hypnagogic low-tech cyberotica wash over me. As long as I'm alive and breathing I'll be struggling to recount anything that occurred, but I know I was hypnotised for its entire runtime — even during the moments that felt like hours and hours. I don't know what to make of it, and I still don't really get Ferrara as a filmmaker, but there's something so alluring about New Rose Hotel that's gonna plague me for the rest of my life. Perplexing cinema-going experience.
My brain pretty much shut down as soon as the lights went off, so the only thing I could do was to let Abel Ferrara's hypnagogic low-tech cyberotica wash over me. As long as I'm alive and breathing I'll be struggling to recount anything that occurred, but I know I was hypnotised for its entire runtime — even during the moments that felt like hours and hours. I don't know what to make of it, and I still don't really get Ferrara as a filmmaker, but there's something so alluring about New Rose Hotel that's gonna plague me for the rest of my life. Perplexing cinema-going experience.
