In Which I go to town to see Marty Supreme: quite a movie!

Good morning, my dear friend, dear reader of this post, you fine lady, you fine gentleman! Cheers! How are you? Hope you are okay? It has been a week that went by faster than one would expect! I was wanting to write a post earlier than now, and I had a draft, but it was getting too big, and too many threads of thinking going into it, and it would be far out of the scope of a blog post to cover all that I was loosely writing about, it was too big and tiresome to read, too hard to find a finishing line, so I did what I don't usually do and scrapped the whole post, not an easy nor a decision I took lightly, but it was needed, or else the post would just keep dragging on. That said, I am okay. Monday I was pretty melancholic, so this Tuesday I could go to the movies, for the first time since The Phoenician Scheme, which was a good excuse to get out of the house, though the movie disappointed. 

I went to the movies, got my ice cream, then popcorn, and also bought a bottle of eau de toilette because I like smelling good and feeling fresh on my daily life. And after this, I went to see the most gruesome yet remarkable, and I think that is the word I was looking for, remarkable, movie I have seen since... I can't remember. That movie was Marty Supreme. And it was a physical experience. I was all over the place, I felt that movie in my muscles, and I was oofing with it, I was turning my head in disgust in some scenes, I was crying wirh the chaotic protagonist in any moment of manic downwards spiral, I was cheering for that handsome devil all the way through. It was a whole supersonic train from Japan that hit me. I thought I did not like it all that much after getting out of the theater, but once I was out, I decided I was fully sold into it. Never going to see it again I hope, it is too escathological at times to allow for rewatching, on my end, but also, I respect that movie, I admire its feat, I am sold into it. 

I went to see it because Timothee Chalamet was in it, and I was not disappointed with him. In fact, he may have redeemed actors for me. He redeemed movies as a craft for me. He was that good. That man is a nuclear bomb of charisma and charm, and the fact his character was also that, well that turned the nuclear explosion into a solar apocalypse but in a good way. The fact I think every actor was good in the movie as a whole helped. And I was particularly captivated to the extreme by Gwyneth Paltrow, which as proven to be a superb actress, as I also remember her on The Royal Tenenbaums, and she hasn't aged a bit. Not in appearance, I mean that she still acts as well as when I saw her in that other movie. Quite a remarkable feat. I even wrote a message of thanks to Timothee, he will probably not ever see it, I wrote it on his post on Instagram, he has like 25 million followers, he has 15k people on the comments by each post, and I don't even know if it is he who manages his social media. Even knowing it would be a message buried deep under the noise, it was one that I physically had to remove of my brain, it needed to be said, for my own sake. As follows:

The odds of you reading this are probably non-existent, but I did watch Marty Supreme, and I hope you win the Oscar... after a decade of me feeling profoundly detached and checked out from movies as a craft as a whole, that movie and your performance in it, alongside the superb acting of Gwyneth Paltrow as well, are the reason this art was redeemed for me. Thank you. Thank you.

Now, would I recommend such movie? That is a harder question. It is a gruesome movie, when it is good the grade goes to 10, but when it is graphical, tense, and indulges in it, then I don't know, drops to a 6. As I said it is a physical movie to see, not always in a good way. It has scenes of graphic rough sex, which I detest, and had to turn my head away. It has sexual residues in it too, and blood, and moist hurt dogs yapping in pain because A FREAKING BATH FELL INTO THEIR HEADS! I don't know if I am entirely comfortable recommending it to anyone. I myself, if I was entirely aware of the graphical elements of the movie, I don't know if I'd have seen it. But if you have a stomach stronger then mine, question is not if you should but when. And the when is whenever you can! As fast as possible. And it is not all blood and guts, and disgust and gore, it also has some very beautiful aesthetic moments, the oranges and the greens, and the beautiful japanese scenarios in the end. It is not all bad, and if you can stomach the bad, and the bad are really bad mind you, please take that in mind, be prepared, then you absolutely MUST see it. I think I could compare this to a ride in a high speed roller coaster in a haunted house, where at the end you get a cathartic scenario. The rush, the pace. It was a physical experience, I was exhausted going out of the movie, and not all in a bad way. If I had to give it a score, I'd give it a 7 and a half out of 10. 

So, I am happy I could write a sort of proper review on the blog, those are hard to do, and far in between. All I can say is that I hope I can see a movie as good with Timothee in it. Hopefully not as gory, maybe this will give me the chance to stomach the bad parts in Wonka better. We will see. And as for the blog post, I think it is reaching its end, and I should wrap it up real soon. Of course you should not worry, I shall be very much back before you know it. Real soon, hopefully by the weekend! Until then, I hope you have a beautiful and aesthetically cathartic rest of the week. Thank you my friend for being here, see you again real real soon! Farewell just for now.