5/5/2023 0 Comments Fateful findings full movie![]() Talk Therapist apparently meets her clients in a shipping container.Īnyway, Dylan meets up with Leah at a barbecue, and meets her fiance Tim. Drug Therapist is basically just supplying Emily’s pill habit. Meanwhile, he has two therapists, one who wants him taking drugs, and one who wants him to talk. Incidentally, his idea of “hacking” is sitting in front of four open laptops, all off, occasionally throwing books at them and periodically typing with a care and precision that makes Keyboard Cat look like Chopin. ![]() He pretty much tells everyone who will listen that he’s doing this. He turns his back on his lucrative world of the written world (my eyes are bleeding as I write this), and starts hacking into government and corporate computers after the secrets and corruption he knows is there. Only now he no longer wants to be a novelist. So he goes to the hospital, where they cram a giant bandage on his head, but due to alien black magic or something, he recovers and goes home. But during the accident, the black cube appears in his hand, and a puff of smoke wafts over his face like the world farted at him. Then, one day, he gets totally creamed by a Rolls Royce. Leah moves away, and like forty years later, Dylan (Breen) is living a Vegas suburb with his wife Emily. The girl, Leah, decides she’s making a bracelet out of the beads. The kids take a black cube out of the box, and replace it with some cheap plastic beads that are on the ground next to it, because fuck you, aliens. Then, using some kind of alien black magic and a cheap cross-fade, the mushroom turns into a box. Two kids wandering in the woods find a mushroom. I’m really sorry.) Point is, Bare Ass Auteurs, like Breen and Tommy Wiseau, are convinced that the road to success is through their asses. (Okay, that was a long trip for a terrible joke. Bare Ass Auteurs, however, fancy themselves stars, and what’s out when the stars are? That’s right, a full moon. ![]() Insane Foreign Businessmen Auteurs usually do not appear in their own films. In fact, he belongs to a different, but related and often overlapping group: The Bare Ass Auteurs. Thanks to some mescaline and a bad fall, I think I’ve figured out why: he’s not one. Guilty Party: In my review of Breen’s earlier (and superior… yeesh, didn’t think I’d ever say that) effort Double Down, I pointed out that he doesn’t quite fit into my Insane Foreign Businessman Auteur Theory. More Accurate Tagline: I’ve been hacking into the most secret government and corporate secrets. Tagline: Breen doesn’t play by your prosaic rules of marketing, society. A man with the charisma and appearance of a damp pile of peach-colored towels, Breen has become a reliable presence in outsider art, producing a baffling work of overweening hubris every four years. ![]() Neil Breen looks like if jaded scientists decided to turn the phrase “fuck it” into a human being. ![]()
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