||[Jul. 9th, 2009|07:02 pm]
Phillip Seymour Hoffman is a tubby goner. Wait? Is he a tranny? No? Oh, this is beginning to make a modicum of sense as a statement about minds and memories and personae. Whatever. Who cares? What was the point, even if the movie dares to say "what was the point anyway?" |
It's gibberish, to quote Evelyn Waugh. Any sensible person knows how there's all this weird geography inside minds. So what? We interact with people and infer their internal monologue. We know how fragmentary and confusing it is. And we put it aside. It's not useful for understanding each other or getting things done. This movie was a waste of a statement.