A meditative contemplation of the boredom of overprivileged, under-aspiring, shallow, spoiled kids. As you’ve been dying to see.
I will leave you to interpret that yourself. Has there ever been a genre of “American art film”? If not, why not? If so, where has it gone?
The AWFJ is one of the critics’ groups I belong to; my input helped determine these nominees, and I will vote in the final balloting to narrow it down to the winners. I still have to watch a few of these nominees…
Bored rich guy is bored with his privileged life… until a little girl makes it all better. Hoorah!
Almost instantly on the heels of the news of Coppola’s win came grumblings that she only won because the jury president was Quentin Tarantino. Whom she once dated.