A man wanders out of the desert after a four year absence. His brother finds him, and together they return to L.A. to reunite the man with his young son. Soon after, he and the boy set out ... See full summary »
Harry Dean Stanton,
"O, mio babbino caro" plays as a woman skates gracefully. In contrast, little is graceful and daddy is not dear in Julien's world. His father listens to blues wearing a gas mask; dad prods, lectures, and derides Julien as well as Julien's brother and pregnant sister, while grandma attends to her dog. Julien is different, schizophrenic. He wears gold teeth. He bowls, sings, worships, and chats with a group of young adults with disabilities. His sister's child is probably his own. He talks on the phone, imagining it's his mother, who died in childbirth years before. He may be a murderer of children. From his point of view (perhaps), the film follows this odd family for a few weeks. Written by
It's true that DV filmmaking has allowed bad directors to make films. This is the real proof of that. Harmony Korine may have a (slight) gift for writing considering he penned films like Kids and Ken Park, but his prowess as a director and visual storyteller is zero. This is rubbish. Pretentious, boring, redundant rubbish. For every Von Trier who takes DV and makes it shine there are a thousand Korine's who flood an already tired market with even more pap. And Korine is the king of pap. Someone take the camera off him!
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