Jericho Mansions (2003) from Johnny Web (Uncle Scoopy; Greg Wroblewski) |
Things got weird back in the 60s and 70s, but Hunter Thompson wrote, "it never got weird enough for me". Hunter has obviously never seen Jericho Mansions. The plot is kind of a "Angel Heart meets Lost Highway" thing. Sonny Corleone plays an agoraphobic superintendent in a run-down tenement house which he has not left in thirty years. One of his tenants turns up dead. The police consider him the main suspect, so he ends up doing his own search for the killer, who may in fact be himself. Or perhaps he is actually the victim. Or perhaps he is both. Or neither. Perhaps there was no murder. Perhaps he is not even in this movie, and is a Mexican masked wrestler, because he wakes up one night and finds that he can speak fluent Spanish. This must somehow be related to his flashbacks of a bloody, Spanish-speaking man walking through the desert. But how? |
"How", indeed. |
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Director Alberto Sciamma has obviously watched Mulholland Drive too many times, and tries to evoke the same David Lynch sense of "slickly-filmed thriller on the surface, but with some mysterious psychological and philosophical underpinnings". Some of what we see is real, some of it dreams, some of it flashbacks, some of it imagined. Or maybe we don't really exist, and our universe is just one collective delusion. Beats the shit out of me. |
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