This is not a review. This is a warning. If I gave Francis Ford Coppola’s “Megalopolis” a standard movie review and told you that it was an incoherent mess on par with “Rebel Moon” (which it is), your fanboy reflexes would kick and you’d write me off. You’d take me as just another pair of glasses dead set on panning a movie just to bolster their art cred. I hate critics like that, and so do you.

So I’m telling you this not as a reviewer, but as a friend: Do not see this movie. It is a piece of s—t.

  • southsamurai@sh.itjust.works
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    7 hours ago

    I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but that writer sucks at his job. That was just a pointless rant for the majority of the page.

    Don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying a movie critic is required to use formal writing rules. But when it’s that sloppy and over dramatic, it puts his opinion of the movie in doubt because anyone that sloppy likely won’t have the ability to grasp any dialogue complexity.

    That piece would be fine on reddit or lemmy. But on a site like that? Nah, whoever is the equivalent of editor there failed hard by letting that one through.

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    8 hours ago

    For those of us who grew up as fans of Coppola’s work, the point isn’t to go watch a movie that is good. It’s to go experience the final work of a man who changed cinema, who was part of the New Hollywood group that challenged the studio system and broke conventions.

    This man skirted the line between art house and commercialism for over 50 years while saying fuck you to the status quo. So if he’s going out with a beautiful abstract mess because that’s how he wants to spend his money, screw it I’ll buy a ticket to watch the old man’s final show.

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      7 hours ago

      Is it a beautiful abstract mess in the same vein as The Tree of Life by Terrence Malik, or Under the Skin by Jonathan Glazer? Because if it is, I think I’ll skip it. To each his/her/their own!