Synopsis
Some fantasies are better left to the imagination.
A young woman, coping with the death of her father, embarks on a quest to meet a Hollywood star with whom she has become obsessed.
A young woman, coping with the death of her father, embarks on a quest to meet a Hollywood star with whom she has become obsessed.
Words can't really describe my response to this film... It's an emotive piece, like, a ragged slice of fabric. A strained internal screaming. The pulsing hurt of yearning for something but you can't grasp what it is, for more than a moment, let alone to seek after it in any coherent way.
Is it a universal human feeling?
Is it a side effect of capitalism?
Is it... Just some of us? Are some of us crazier than others, hungering holes in our hearts?
As a movie it's engaging. The central performances most of all. But some of its most interesting tricks feel like they're shown off once then dropped and forgotten. I supposed I wanted it to be a little more consistent. Or a little more painful.
I don't know.