whole film can’t say who is the protagonist: old country star, new rock star, dead star, star Assistants, agents, reporters, new styles, star chasers, ordinary residents, waitresses who want to become celebrities...Everyone's pen and ink is similar, and it is even unclear why these people gather here. It is difficult for the director to explain clearly what everyone wants to do.
This kind of network narrative is no longer novel. What is rare is that these people seem to have no common goal, and there is no serious intersection between them. There was no specific event that had an effect between these people... The final murder brought an end to the story and time, and people will continue to live like that. But these seemingly disorderly conditions drew a sketch of that society, chaos, disorder, lack of goals...just like Forrest Gump will have a group of followers when he runs.
The director's skills are embodied in the interweaving of pictures, sounds, plots, and characters, and the transition between them is smooth and random. Everyone alone seems to be full of stories, put together without being abrupt.
The use of sound is the most exciting. The same song brings out different plots in different places, live, in the recording studio, in the bar, and on the radio. Singing singers on the racetrack, stars who have lost their tune from singing to striptease, and reporters who are chattering...
stupid girls, bastard men, slutty rock stars, and bewildered housewives...
through cluttered movies. Shooting social reality, a great achievement.
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