Well, it seems that we are not so many to have loved this film. Too bad because tomorrow will be merciful to us. Richard Kelly is an UFO in the sad Hollywood sky, his screenplays reflect the anxieties of an artist in front of the world he lives in. His vision is smart, coherent and, most of all, bitter. Masterpiece.
I might be in the "misunderstood masterpiece" camp if 80% of the images weren't flat and hideous and more of the actors appeared to have any idea what Kelly wants from them. And that's something of a big if.
Rewatched this last night for the first time since living in Los Angeles. I liked it more than the last time I watched it in college. It's a fun, ridiculous, intricate tale of political corruption, militarized police, and celebrity. Kind of ahead of its time, tbh.
Richard Kelly definitely is a fan of Philip K.Dick, it's obvious in this film, so the scenario is quite interesting but the general postmodernist aesthetic of the movie is a little bit weak in my opinion: it goes in every direction, maybe it was his purpose to saturate his movie, but sometimes it's just seem a little bit "too much", it could have been a really good movie if some sequences were build in a simpler way
Unbelievably messy and bloated "epic" yet has moments of dreamy and ridiculous beauty. Its weirdly endearing in "drug fucked basement dwelling geek's barely coherent sci-fi fantasies somehow get a multi-million dollar budget" kind of way and worth at least one look