La Pacte (distribuidor de la película en Francia) ya anuncia que habrá un steelbook 4K para el 29 de enero de 2025.
Reservas abiertas en Amazon FR:
https://www.amazon.fr/dp/B0DHW5NP1P?...ogi&th=1&psc=1
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La Pacte (distribuidor de la película en Francia) ya anuncia que habrá un steelbook 4K para el 29 de enero de 2025.
Reservas abiertas en Amazon FR:
https://www.amazon.fr/dp/B0DHW5NP1P?...ogi&th=1&psc=1
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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.
Lionsgate anuncia edición USA en 4K UHD también para la misma fecha. Steelbook. Ya se puede reservar en Amazon.com.
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.
En España parece que nos quedamos sin edición física. Habrá que estar atentos a los subtítulos de ediciones foráneas...
Última edición por Branagh/Doyle; 04/10/2024 a las 22:11 Razón: Errata
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.
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.