So I saw this movie today… damn! I can’t explain how much I hated the movie… I like to consider myself a pretty tolerant person but I really don’t get the people that like these kind of storytelling. It’s a completely empty movie, composed by a collage of bizarre scenes and dialogues that, after an hour or so, get on some track. It feels like she started writing the movie and then, after 60 pages of script she finally realized what the movie was going to be about, but yet just when i thought the movie was getting into something, the collage started again… random weird situations that don’t say anything.
Then I hate it more when I go online and read reviews that are obviously trying to make some pretentious sense out of whatever Miranda July does. A real relationship? Really? I mean, granted… everything is different in this story… it’s a screenplay like no other! It is completely original! Yet, for me, that doesn’t mean it is good!
This post is not intended to be a review, it’s more like I want to make some sort of a point… I’m not sure. I guess I hate when things are appreciated for pretentious reasons. Of course, out there in the world there are a lot of people that feel that if they say they like this movie they’re going to be considered COOL, or DEEP, or ORIGINAL… if you are one of those, then see it and you will be glorified.