Nerve infiltrates compacted peaceful slumber, as unspoken grim anxieties manifest bold social daring.
The act of producing low-budget melodrama generates distracting emotional tributaries, the resultant active jocose jubilee a startling frank holistic wonder.
Much of the action doesn't technically take place even if it still seems realistic, as if the tremors could tumultuously tantalize with neither shock nor animate discord.
As if this kind of thing routinely radiates fluid fluctuation, the finished product an ironic miracle when compared to remonstrations on set.
As if it's just as thought provoking to showcase inherent volatility, as schemes daydreams schematics soporifics seductively succour dis/continuity.
From back in the metaday when filmmakers were more concerned with layers of meaning, and creating remarkably clever scripts, Living in Oblivion proceeds self-reflexively.
Language employed is critically analyzed as harmless accidents beguile tactile speech, and worst case scenarios disconcertingly duel with resonant rascally aggrieved reverie.
During this heyday way back in fact when I was but a wee ginger lad, I thought it would be cool to create a film adorned with a making of feature which was a common practice at the time.
But I also thought it would be cooler to include an additional making of feature about the making of feature, and then a third making of feature for a 4-disc set in compulsory total.
Thus, there would have been a making of the making of the making of feature to be found in the crazed metaconceit.
Perhaps with each making of feature shot in a different genre.
Sort of like Inception in a way (had this idea before I saw Inception [did Inception indirectly signal the end of the metacraze?]).
The key would have been to apply as much sincerity to each and every making of film (and make sure they were all at least 90 minutes in length).
Probably would have taken too much time.
But the finished product would have been exceptional.
Living in Oblivion bluntly impresses with endearing heartwarming chaotic charm, its agile breakdowns and plump peculiarities highlighting earnest lackadaisical indiscretion.
Daydreaming with 30 seconds to spare.
Latent practicalities of a dream sequence.
The perfect take's emergence.
Obduracy in charge.
Its title's well-suited to a pandemic as meaning consistently shifts and sways.
Found another Steve Buscemi Criterion (Nick Reve [Buscemi doesn't show up in spellcheck!])!
With Peter Dinklage (doesn't show up in spellcheck either), Catherine Keener, Dermot Mulroney, and Tom Jarmusch (shouldn't show up in spellcheck).
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