There is a beauty in this film’s quiet destruction. Judging from the reviews, I think many may have missed the point and mistook the film’s cautionary tale as a celebration of hedonism. But it is relentless in its destruction. In fact, I was going to say that it “isn’t exactly subtle,” until I read some of the reviews on here.
Apparently a film about multiple men whose lives are ruined (or nearly ruined) because of their drinking habits is subtle.
Letterboxd, you kill me.
(Also, Mads is amazing and this film was beautiful, and I’m not crying, you’re crying, and the ending was pure Fellini.)