Oh, God. This movie, I swear.
Here’s the trailer for Miranda July’s The Future, which features sickly talking cats, infidelity, conversations with the moon, time twisting hijinks, and a host of other bizarre, twee inventions that have audiences either transfixed and awed, or frustrated and bored. July is a film maker with a singularly unusual vision, and she created a bizarre mishmash of a movie that you really do have to see to make an honest assessment.
Dustin saw it at Sundance, and I saw it at IFFB. After I saw it, Dustin told me that he had to think about it some, but as he thought about it more, he liked it more. I was the opposite. The more I thought about it, the more I found it aggravating and self-indulgent, a pretentious morass of deliberately adorable gimmicks that ultimately made me roll my eyes hard enough to see my brain.
But seriously. You should see it and make your own judgment. For what it’s worth, Hamish Linklater is really good in it.
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