Synopsis
Eventually stars burn out.
Driven by an intense need for fame and validation, of a dysfunctional Hollywood family are chasing celebrity, one another and the relentless ghosts of their pasts.
Driven by an intense need for fame and validation, of a dysfunctional Hollywood family are chasing celebrity, one another and the relentless ghosts of their pasts.
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The next David Cronenberg and Robert Pattinson film will be about Pattinson slowly turning into a limousine. It will be the third and final film in their Limousine Trilogy.
It took two viewings and a two hour discussion to get there, but I'm starting to come around on this movie. It's essentially the incestuous offspring of VIDEODROME and THE BROOD; all child abuse, crackpot therapists, and show business as a sexually transmitted disease. Some have complained that its Hollywood satire feels a little hackneyed -- and they're not wrong. Ultimately, though, that vague sense of staleness fits within MAPS TO THE STARS' suggestion that Hollywood is defined by its complete and utter lack of imagination. There are no new ideas here. The movie Benji is making is a sequel; the movie Havana wants to make is a new version of a film her mother made fifty years ago. In…
olivia williams is one of the all-time great movie smokers & pairing her with insincere vaping cusack is so genius its ok that this ends with a welcome-to-my-geocities-page c.g. fire when even the lamest 80s corman cheapie could afford to put a dude in a burnsuit
Who’d have guessed that the Cronenberg movie with most grotesquely mutated human beings is the one where Carrie Fisher plays herself?
Here, celebrities are our modern Greek gods, and as such are all born of incest and fated to fuck and murder each other for our entertainment. A truly mean and upsetting movie that manages to be deeply moving and comionate. Also, Julianne Moore is one of our most goated actors.
On health regained
On risk that is no more
On hope without memories
I write your name
And by the strength of one word
I start over my life
I was born to know you
To name you
Liberty.
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
One of Cronenberg's most disturbing movie to me. Three children die (one asphyxiated on-screen), a dog is murdered, someone is brutally beaten till death, there's several mentions of child drug use, and incest going on with just about everyone. Even the dialogue is extremely harsh in this movie. A lot of it is disturbing because of its realism as well. This movie doesn't have body horror, but it is absolutely mental.
The script is so layered and nuanced. At it's core it's an antifilm with uncomfortably honest observations about Hollywood culture, full of symbolism and social commentary. Then hidden within the messages about nepotism in the industry, aging, and more, is the mythological movie of incestuous love that Agatha wanted…
"Mother-daughter incest is so 80's overkill."
Satire of Hollywood nepotism which takes Cronenberg's signature Freudian sexual politics and turns it into a message about how the film industry is in love with itself.
Julianne Moore has unresolved sexual desires for her mother (Electra complex). She hires Mia Wasikowska because she reminds her of her mother (both were injured in fires, fatally in her mother's case). She tries to get hired in a remake of one of her mother's movies in the role of her mother. Mia Wasikowska tries repeatedly to marry her brother before learning that her parents are also brother and sister. Everyone has too much money ("I can't believe I just spent eighteen thousand dollars!"), takes too many…
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
There's an argument to be made that some of the details of Wagner's grim Hollyweird "satire" material is a bit obvious and unoriginal (I mean, one character beats another to death with their movie award) and earns its comparisons to things like Paul Schrader's The Canyons or Bret Easton Ellis' The Informers more than say Sunset Boulevard or Mulholland Drive... but honestly, I kinda like those too, and I find Cronenberg's strange, icy, off-putting atmosphere to be really impressive. Even at its goofiest, it has a weird, ugly thrust to it, especially as the kids start to spiral into paranoia and violence that stems from the perverted family and industry histories they were born from.
The idea of Hollywood as a vast Gothic Mansion haunted perpetually by itself is not a new one, but seldom as spot-on and consistently entertaining as in 'Maps To The Stars'. This is Cronenberg at his loosest and most fluidly comedic since maybe 'Shivers'? This is the most Bruce Wagnerian of any of his deals and my favorite of his works, probably including Wild Palms and I really dig Wild Palms. John Cusack deserves some sort of award for therapy-by-negative-example but the entirety of the cast is way excellent. What appears like it might be a sprawling tapestry at first ends up being way seriously Flowers In The Attic in the best and most possible manner. The only downside of…