I get that there is artistry in advertising and it should be pointed out but this whole “we’re selling dreams” bullshit is just too far. There’s good information in here if you’re willing to bushwhack through all the self aggrandizing fuckery they’re pushing. For people who’s job it is to sell things you’d think they’d be better at bullshitting.
So, if I say that this is the funniest film of the year, what does that say about me?
The House That Jack Built is a frustrating and disturbing portrayal of the artist's struggle. Lars Von Trier exaggerates his portrayal of the struggling and neurotic artist in the form of Jack, a literal serial killer who is probably the worst person imaginable. What's even crazier is Jack is a self-insert of Trier. (talk about self-deprecation jesus fucking christ) Now I…
This movie meant a lot to me, probably a lot more than it should have, but it did mean a lot to me. When I was a kid my dad and I bonded over one very specific thing. Superheroes. I'm sure my experience isn't that unique but my dad used to constantly show me his old comics, old tv shows, and tell me about all these superheroes that didn't even have movies yet. It was a weird time before everyone…