Alejandro G. Iñárritu came to the screening I went to for the London Film Festival. He did an introduction that basically explained that this film wasn’t one that followed the rules of logic, and that it was more intended as a sensory experience. I think an issue that it’s had with that is that it’s naturally a bit confusing, but I do believe that if you trust it enough to just go with it, it does reveal a really tender masterpiece.
A common criticism of this, even among critics who apps felt liked it, is that it’s self indulgent. I think that’s complete bollocks. Sure, it’s quite obvious that it’s a very personal film that likely includes a lot of experiences that Iñárritu himself has gone through, but does that make it self indulgent? Or does it just mean that it’s a film that’s in a way close to the filmmaker’s life? I don’t like the idea that they’re automatically the same thing.
It’s essentially a magical realist presentation of life, which poses the question of whether there’s more to it than just the things we see and hear. Stylistically it’s a lot like Birdman, but it made me think a lot of Big Fish too. Just like Big Fish, it made me cry and contemplate what life really is and what it all means. What more could you ask for?
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