Andrzej Zulawski's On the Silver Globe was a movie I was so excited to see ever since I heard of its existence. Even to track it down to watch was something I struggled with for so long. And eventually, once I did come across a way to watch it, I was more than excited to do so.
Unfortunately, I just couldn't keep up. It was a cram fest of any and every philosophical conversation the film could explore, and done so in the most noisy, nauseating and mind numbing way possible.
It had a great first act... Somewhat slow, but consistent and remarkable. Actual conflicts of body and mind. And then it dissolves into madness... the unwatchable kind. The final two acts are just all over the place; with dialogue which people call explorative and introspective, but I feel was vapid, inconsistent and meaningless, with characters that have no individuality, appearing out of thin air at will, all echoing one sentimental philosophy depriving the film of any need to keep its consistency, and with a plot that twists and complicates itself for no apparent reason than to provoke conversation that ends up going nowhere.
Although, one thing that will never cease to amaze me are the visuals; the set designs, costumes, makeup and its unconventional cinematography providing what can only be described as truly otherworldly in its presentation, setting the tone for the movie as accurately and descriptively as possible.
At the end of the day, I'm not hating on it, but simply find it shallow as opposed to what most people say about it in artistic circles. But I'm at least glad that I got to finally watch it, and will forever be content with the knowledge of this movie's existence.
Unfortunately, I just couldn't keep up. It was a cram fest of any and every philosophical conversation the film could explore, and done so in the most noisy, nauseating and mind numbing way possible.
It had a great first act... Somewhat slow, but consistent and remarkable. Actual conflicts of body and mind. And then it dissolves into madness... the unwatchable kind. The final two acts are just all over the place; with dialogue which people call explorative and introspective, but I feel was vapid, inconsistent and meaningless, with characters that have no individuality, appearing out of thin air at will, all echoing one sentimental philosophy depriving the film of any need to keep its consistency, and with a plot that twists and complicates itself for no apparent reason than to provoke conversation that ends up going nowhere.
Although, one thing that will never cease to amaze me are the visuals; the set designs, costumes, makeup and its unconventional cinematography providing what can only be described as truly otherworldly in its presentation, setting the tone for the movie as accurately and descriptively as possible.
At the end of the day, I'm not hating on it, but simply find it shallow as opposed to what most people say about it in artistic circles. But I'm at least glad that I got to finally watch it, and will forever be content with the knowledge of this movie's existence.