I started this blog post trying to write about The Room, a movie that’s a disaster but a very entertaining disaster, a… passion? vanity? project by filmmaker (auteur? lunatic?) Tommy Wiseau that I’ve written about before. I wanted to write about The Room because I jut saw Megalopolis, a passion? vanity? project by Francis Ford Coppola. Megalopolis is a jumbled mess of a movie, one that, like Wiseau’s magnum opus(?), introduces plot lines only to forget about them a moment later and features characters that are able to somehow baffle despite being thinly sketched. But where The Room had a certain vision behind it leading you into its ill-guided madness, Megalopolis felt like a a pastiche of better stories that flits from one idea to the next like Tommy Wiseau with a football.
Basically, Megalopolis is a less successful version of The Room.
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