I don't know where to begin and neither did this film. It had an unctous quality that numerous showers could not wash off. The positive users and critics reviews seem a cacophonous death knell, not only for cinema, but aesthetics in general. Maybe this is the apex or nadir of post modernism. Where truth, beauty, morality, kindness, empathy, facts, are not just victims of relativism, but are utterly meaningless--dead. I feel Chazelle intended to kill off these ideals with Babylon, so, in a sense, it was a very successful film. Maybe his intentions were as pernicious as the war machine as it grinds the world to dust in this age of Kali and Thanatos.
Jai Ma.
Jai Ma.
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