This Must Be the Place

78/100. Sometimes you love films because they create worlds that you want to live in, and, well, it isn't called "This Must Be the Place" for nothing. Sorrentino's take on the American landscpae feels like an ideal middle point between Wim Wenders and old school Jonathan Demme, and his sense of inclusiveness is thrilling--mere insert shots of minor supporting characters swell the heart for their acknowledgement of a complex American geography of waitresses and war criminals, aged goth rockers and military wives. Every moment is a grace note, and the recurrence of "This Must Be the Place", one of the saddest happy songs (or happiest sad songs) there is, is fitting for a film both melancholy and joyous.