So I watched Megalopolis today. It was…a 138-minute plot synopsis. With one exception, there was one scene that felt like a real scene: with his mother. That felt real. The rest was pantomime. Pastiche. Untethered. I also don’t think Coppola actually knew what he was trying to say, which is to say, he was trying to say too many things, maybe even all the things, which means he ended up saying nothing.
What I didn’t expect was how earnest a movie it is. That was a complete surprise, and not something I expected from the man who made Apocalypse Now. I’ll remember it for that, actually. Coppola is a transcendentalist. I wonder if he watches Star Trek. At least now in his 80s.
Looking forward to watching the documentary on it. I bet it’s a fascinating portrait of a clusterf*ck, but we’ll see, lol.
Night night.