Olvidé decir que esta también es una cinta profundamente romántica. Muy bella en ese sentido.
Olvidé decir que esta también es una cinta profundamente romántica. Muy bella en ese sentido.
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.