This was a brilliant, exasperating film. Scene after scene of elaborate set-ups, stunning cinematography, creative use of music, wonderful camera movement...all for what purpose? This was more like the films of Peter Greenaway than anything else I've seen. Except with less coherence.
After a great-looking but bewildering opening we see the credits 25 minutes in. And then it became even more confusing. I never did discern a theme, message or raison d'etre for all this. Something about the role writers play in society. Maybe that was the point. Incredible film-making though...
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