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Alain Chabat, Jonathan Lambert, Élodie Bouchez, Kyla Kenedy, Eric Wareheim, John Glover, Matt Battaglia, Brad Greenquist, Jonathan Kowalsky, Roxane Mesquida (more)Plots(1)
Cameraman Jason dreams of making a horror movie. Producer Bob promises to finance the project on one condition: Jason has 48 hours to find the perfect scream. The latest effort by the French director and musician innovatively combines various levels of fiction, different types of image, and the music of Philip Glass. (Karlovy Vary International Film Festival)
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Reality will probably be slightly more viewer-friendly than, say, Lynch, whose movies require about two non-existent doctorates from me. In this French case, you may find some hints that you might know what's going on and you don't feel so lost. But that doesn't mean you're not. Several lines are being worked on here, not knowing if they are real or dreamlike, and Dupieux is quite close to being able to say that he can perfectly confuse the viewer. The downside, however, is that he didn't leave in me some other dimensional feeling that would make me delve into this script for more than a few moments and maybe try to decrypt at least one motive that I found in it. It just didn't drill a tunnel into my head like Lynch's older works, because it only scratches the surface of a similar mindfuck. I appreciate the effort, and maybe we'll get something even more extraterrestrial from Dupieux. ()
Mr. Oizo remixes Contempt, or when sur/Reality dreams of watching a good movie on VHS, but this is just one mouse in the narrative maze of a discombobulated filmmaker in a creative crisis. Or a meta mind-fuck that will give some people a brain rash while others laugh at it in the same way they laugh at one of the protagonist’s screams. ()
This rash is in my head, too. And it is impossible to wake up from it, because, as the old pig Lacan used to say - we don't go from dream to reality, but from reality to dream. Whoever finds the edge wins the giant egg. Surrealism is alive! ()
Fragile and sensitive is the soul of an artist, when the greatest obstacle on the path to success is their own agitated mind and stage fright. Reality is a cunning, funny, and surreal game about how it is not easy with people skilled in their craft. It goes after everything, starting with self-centered producers, and I must say it hit the nail on the head. A few scenes even reminded me of the good old Buñuel. It's original, playful, refreshing, and not afraid to fire within its own ranks. Most of the time, I was wearing a smile from ear to ear. Overall impression: 90%. ()
I mean, what else did I expect? Reality is anything you want it to be, but mainly it’s absolutely out of reality. For about an hour, I thought I knew what the movie was about but then Mr. Oizo started turning the thing into one big déjà vu. You see he got lost in reality, dreams and fiction and I wasn’t able to follow. And I actually didn’t even want to follow. I was simply staring in disbelief and I kept hypnotically listening to the only musical motif, which made sure that I won’t be able to get it out of my nightmares today. ()
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