Spain, 1982. A group of young people dance and drink in a house. The atmosphere is festive and cheerful as the socialist victory in the general elections seems recent and the attempted 1981 coup d’état quite far away.
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NO FUTURE. === At minute 38 a girl gives her breast milk, in case someone's interested. The rest is binge drinking, heavy smoking & a few clichés over the socialism. Intolerably edited home movie. ======== A la minute 38 une fille donne son lait maternel au sein, pour le cas où ça intéresse quelqu'un. Sinon, que des jeunes bourrés, des clichés sur la révolution socialiste et un film amateur intolérablement monté.
What a film, WHAT A FILM. Boldly fragmentary, boldly loud, boldly mumble, boldly original, boldly wonderous film depicts people who are embossed on their anxiety & expectation of "Maybe, our future is bright, isn't it?" But finally comes WHAT A INDESCRIBABLY DEEP VOIDNESS. Thank god and MUBI for showing me such a very, very heartbreaking film. Easily, one of my best in 2016 so far.
A la manera de un explorador en busca de aquel momento que permita entender el presente, "El Futuro" se detiene en las huellas de las imperfecciones propias del formato a las que nos enfrentamos de manera completamente bruta. Al ralentizarse, quemarse o quedarse sin sonido, el material parece estar hablándonos, de la misma manera en la que nos hablan aquellas canciones que escuchamos constantemente en primer plano.
An aggressively avant-garde ode to aesthetics — humanity's doomed, beautiful effort to stave off depression, entropy, mortality, nuclear annihilation, mutant children riding motorbikes, etc. All pleasure is superficial. Bold, stylish, and wonderfully sexy.
"Deserted ruins with beautiful swimming pools" J.G. Ballard and Andy Warhol doing a homage to Alphaville and Donnie Darko, but it all takes place at a house party in the 1980's. "From Nigeria feeling hot and surrounded by mosquitoes, my transistor's out of batteries, send me lots of records." The future is mundane and ordinary. We are going to celebrate it. "Oh you, you should learn, oh you, the rules of the game."
The Future cares more about remaining an affected film, highlighting its quirks and cleverness than constructing a narrative or providing any emotional heft to the piece as a whole. Hiding behind tricks of the camera and distorted music, the film does not generate a narrative or basing for why we are watching for far too long. I could easily have been drawn in by the cleverness, if only it was given any more weight.