I’m no jazz fan, but if someone wanted to make a movie with the theme that jazz is the apex of artistic achievement, E could have made a good one. La La Land was not a good one. There was no chemistry between the boring leads, the dialogue was dull, the songs were mediocre, the dance sequences were derivative and uninteresting, and the movie absolutely failed to persuade me that the dude was good at anything, much less music. That one little musical figure or theme that he kept playing over and over did not persuade me that he was any good at jazz, or that jazz was any good. The “relationship” story was neither interesting nor emotionally absorbing. I couldn’t give a shit about either of them, their relationship, or their careers.
But enough about La La Land.
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Babylon was a glorious, outrageous, gorgeous extravaganza of excess. The principal actors–Brad Pitt, Diego Calva, Jovan Adepo, and Jean Smart–gave solid performances. And Margot Robbie just blazed like a fireball.
That first scene with her on a movie set for the first time, when it looked like she was about to choke hard, and then she just lit up into possibly the most erotic performance I’ve ever seen on film. That was amazing. Every time I saw Margot Robbie’s eyes, it was like looking into a blazing blue star. Two of them.
The set pieces were absolutely amazing: An elephant takes a huge shit right on me. Oh my god! A prostitute straddles Troy Metcalf and urinates all over him. Oh my god! Margot Robbie and Diego Calva sit at a table with mounds of cocaine so big, it looks like they’re going to bake bread with it. Down at Jeff Garlin’s party, people straight up start fucking on the dance floor.
I think I said “Oh my god!” out loud several times during that sequence, and giggled, and half covered my eyes, and clapped my hands (not at the same time).
Tobey Maguire–and I had no idea he was in this movie–was made for his role in this movie. In fact, I’m not sure he was acting very much when he played a creepy as fuck, rich as fuck, degenerate and deviant gambling mobster. And that sequence … more oh my god!s
The ending with the blip-clips from movies from the beginning of film to the present was weird, but, Jesus Effin Cervantes, how do you end a movie like that anyway?
And where La La Land was derivative, this movie was instead paying homage to movies of the past as well as tropes and such. I probably caught less than half the references, making this one a candidate for revisiting.