It’s been a long time since I’ve agreed with anything written by N.Y. Times film critic A.O. Scott, mainly because of his seemingly relentless allegiance to woke talking points.
But giving Alejandro G. Inarritu a pat on the back because Bardo is such a messy, unruly, Fellini-esque bear of a movie, and that in the face of so much corporate branding and Marvel/D.C. sludge, such films nurture the soul of cinema…this I heartily concur with.
Please name other big, messy bears that have been good medicine for the spiritual state of cinema over the past…oh, 10 or 15 years.
