Brad Rose

B r a d   R o s e 

Movie Review

Futuristic, live-action adventure, filmed in Poland, by Japanese cartoonist from Brooklyn, so the ingredients are ethically sourced, the bathrooms unisex, and the money no longer has a narrative quality, but talks to itself, so you get the feeling that people live and work squashed at the bottom of hollow towers, where some terrific actors are left, but it’s startlingly fresh and subtle, even if it would be unkind and possibly beyond the reach of statistical science to feast on their carefree merriment, were it not for a small cult who finds it hard to deny the solemn strangeness of the whole endeavor, all the more so, because the precise, almost obsessive, arrangement of composition and color reveals the leaden weight of adolescent pranks, as if one of Hitchcock’s first cool blonds were enmeshed in a jarring crisis of consciousness—only the whole film has an exploratory feel. 

Tickets are free.

All phrases for this ‘cut-up” poem are excerpted from The New Yorker, September 24, 2012.

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