A borderline calamitous disaster (this is a good thing). So strange and uncompromising, genuinely kind of impossible to form an opinion on it. We will never see anything like this again, so it must be cherished for what it is: as pure an expression of a singular vision as we are ever likely to experience.

Unforgettable cinema experience...


¿Eh?.





Otra:


It's not for everyone. It’s beyond avant-garde. It’s beyond ‘cinema’. It’s maximalist. It's experimental. It’s raw. And, it’s real. It’s uncompromising. It’s inspired. It’s everything pure cinema can be: anything it wants.

I laughed. I cried. I had my mind expanded. I spent most of it's runtime in awe, my eyes welling up from the very first shot. Time stopped. 'Francis Ford Coppola's MEGALOPOLIS' hit the screen, etched into stone like the title card from some bygone studio epic, and I was transported. It wasn't just a theatrical experience. This thing pierced my soul and it felt like I was in a cathedral for two hours.

In an age of soulless AI generated nightmare fuel and endless platitudes about metrics, algorithms, and 'content', just when I thought it was time to pack it in and give up... I witnessed, once more, a real piece of human artistic expression. A piece of art so handmade, you could almost see the artist's literal fingerprints across each frame.

More than any other piece of modern cinema, Francis Ford Coppola's Megalopolis made me believe again. And, sure. It may be "right time, right place, right state of mind". But it did. And at the end, as credits rolled, I looked at my two hands and committed myself to making more art in this work. Thank you, Francis.