The aesthetics is the teeth of this film and while it doesn’t bite as hard as I wish it could with its criticism of the music machine that preys upon creatives and chews them up and spits them out, I can at the very least appreciate the work that went into the grunginess of it all with its use of low-fi film tech, the marriage of hand-drawn art with voice over, the use of collage, and the desire to be purposefully off-putting while still being recognizable. It’s a mixed bag that works for me more in a nostalgic sense than a “fuck yea, I hate capitalism” sense even though, yeah, fuck yeah, I do hate capitalism.
The aesthetics is the teeth of this film and while it doesn’t bite as hard as I wish it could with its criticism of the music machine that preys upon creatives and chews them up and spits them out, I can at the very least appreciate the work that went into the grunginess of it all with its use of low-fi film tech, the marriage of hand-drawn art with voice over, the use of collage, and the desire to be purposefully off-putting while still being recognizable. It’s a mixed bag that works for me more in a nostalgic sense than a “fuck yea, I hate capitalism” sense even though, yeah, fuck yeah, I do hate capitalism.
