John Weak

The final fantasy of a dying, old, white, rich man, who has lost his creativity more and more during his devastating carreer, and now autoproduces something not even the Superman franchise would have wanted to produce. Every single shot of this pseudo-dystopia (or was it his utopia?????) looks like a getty image footage, and every dialogue feels dubbed. Let's talk about the plot. Well, first let me find it. ... Yay it was a joke, there was no plot! (Or almost none if you want to see this statu-quo of the selfish and useless main character as one. From time to time, the toxico-maniac quotes some mainstream lines, written by people who would have commited suicide if they knew that they were quoted in that crap. The end is eventually a non-finished start of a half incest-porn, a half-massacre, and... no, sorry, no plottwist, Megalopolis (sigh) is built, and the final shot (SPOILER) made me wanting to throw up. A last kitschy quote later, Fifi Coppola offers us ending titles looking like those from some BBC documentary from 1987 on the punic wars. Just don't watch it. Come on, spend your time on something more usefull, like reading aloud Google's privacy policy agreement. (Right up here.)