so insanely stupid, after a point every line was just a brand new sentence. after watching Minus One it feels a little egregious to go to a film where the human characters feel like such an afterthought, there solely to quip and provide a sense of scale
but also didn’t feel like taking it too seriously - it’s Wingard and the VFX animators smashing monsters together like action figures, and it becomes clearer that the way they’re leaning more into…
Spoke to Pablo Berger about this one for Letterboxd Journal - about the film's Franco-Belgian comic influences, silent filmmaking and roller dancing: letterboxd.com/journal/robot-dreams-pablo-berger-interview/
UPDATE 12/12 - MY REVIEW FOR REVERSE SHOT: reverseshot.org/reviews/entry/3170/boy_heron
a striking and strange, sort of elegaic autofiction which warns against pursuing your craft at the expense of all else, perhaps a rumination on its director’s own failure as a mentor. it’s more optimistic than that sounds, but the mournfulness of its opening act stuck with me, especially with the space that feeling is given.
as well as the connections to Miyazaki's childhood, the other self-insert is pretty clear: an old…
