Sin citar fuentes, no le doy mucha fiabilidad a eso.
Puede haber llegado a la misma conclusión, precisamente igual que Branagh/Doyle.
Ojalá, de todos modos.
Sin citar fuentes, no le doy mucha fiabilidad a eso.
Puede haber llegado a la misma conclusión, precisamente igual que Branagh/Doyle.
Ojalá, de todos modos.
What makes Megalopolis so strange and, for a big-budget Hollywood film, so singular, is that, just like Vergil’s Aeneid, it is at once accretive, allusive, and idiosyncratic because Coppola is attempting something very few artists have ever done: to speak from inside the imperial organism, even as it begins to crack, and to craft a vision that is both a monument to its grandeur and a requiem for its decline.
Yo no... es un censor, tirano y encima catalan. No hay por donde salvarlo.
What makes Megalopolis so strange and, for a big-budget Hollywood film, so singular, is that, just like Vergil’s Aeneid, it is at once accretive, allusive, and idiosyncratic because Coppola is attempting something very few artists have ever done: to speak from inside the imperial organism, even as it begins to crack, and to craft a vision that is both a monument to its grandeur and a requiem for its decline.