This movie is truly of an acquired taste of sorts. As far as I know it's really uncommon to understand the underlying symbolisms of all the chaos, actions and reactions shown in movies by Korine. This isn't a comedy, it isn't fun although it made me smile and laugh a few times. It's sort of a raw depiction of humanity as a whole at its core. Going around aimlessly, breaking stuff, having sex, getting ****faced, lying, cheating and just hanging around while being "creative". It's how we came to be and how we will continue to be as long as we all get to keep the right to lead our own lives.
Moondog, the guy who has the most and the least amount of problems at the same time, is our protagonist. With that ebb and flow he comes and goes like the waves and tides he sees around him on the beaches everyday.
He's become, or always has been, the water Bruce Lee once encouraged people to be. Like water, he's flowing. Unstill even when he just sits on a chair with a cat on his lap, untouchable when having sex and so unrecognizable that he's become one of the most recognized people in the world the movie takes place in. He's the droplets of water carried to us by waves that then flow by and away. It's all so very, very poetic and detailed, painful and colorful it just slurs even the thought. This is Harmony Korine doing again what he's done for over two decades. It's fantastic and terrible, poetic and symbolic, all put into a chaotic mess of a one and a half hour film.
The ending is at least nothing less than what I expected. A flame going out with a bang of awe. Nothing more a man like Moondog could've ever been or done. Was it caused by madness? Mourning? Hate? Addiction? Loneliness? Like many things that have happened before, we will never know.
What felt out of place however were the shark scene and the blind man driving and flying scenes. They pulled me out with their absurdities for a while. So 9.
Moondog, the guy who has the most and the least amount of problems at the same time, is our protagonist. With that ebb and flow he comes and goes like the waves and tides he sees around him on the beaches everyday.
He's become, or always has been, the water Bruce Lee once encouraged people to be. Like water, he's flowing. Unstill even when he just sits on a chair with a cat on his lap, untouchable when having sex and so unrecognizable that he's become one of the most recognized people in the world the movie takes place in. He's the droplets of water carried to us by waves that then flow by and away. It's all so very, very poetic and detailed, painful and colorful it just slurs even the thought. This is Harmony Korine doing again what he's done for over two decades. It's fantastic and terrible, poetic and symbolic, all put into a chaotic mess of a one and a half hour film.
The ending is at least nothing less than what I expected. A flame going out with a bang of awe. Nothing more a man like Moondog could've ever been or done. Was it caused by madness? Mourning? Hate? Addiction? Loneliness? Like many things that have happened before, we will never know.
What felt out of place however were the shark scene and the blind man driving and flying scenes. They pulled me out with their absurdities for a while. So 9.
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