Hilariously fantastical film about a man who can't hold his Greek drama and suffers immensely from a trip to Peru. An early sequence, where the camera picks up only the finger of the film's subject as he tempts his two hungry and aggressive flamingos, works as nice visual synecdoche for the movie itself -- small things linger in danger, and the full story is whirring somewhere off screen.
For a movie that, boiled down, focuses on the unraveling of a male protag and his tenuous relationship with his mother, I was refreshed by how not-cloying the metadrama (a fabricated Greek tragedy) turned out to be. The screenplay somehow pushes wry comedy center stage, allowing for the viewer to puzzle along such questions as "Why are the mountains staring at me?".
Prepare to be razzle-dazzled.
For a movie that, boiled down, focuses on the unraveling of a male protag and his tenuous relationship with his mother, I was refreshed by how not-cloying the metadrama (a fabricated Greek tragedy) turned out to be. The screenplay somehow pushes wry comedy center stage, allowing for the viewer to puzzle along such questions as "Why are the mountains staring at me?".
Prepare to be razzle-dazzled.