This is a pretentious documentary about the singer who rose from the despairing lows of being a refugee to success. There is no nuanced understanding. Grievances are listed. She feels disolcated and has dissonant undertones and a critic was right to call her a pseudo-important hypocrite.
“Controlled government safe zone.”
“Kill us both in the jungle.”
“Bad bad people.”
“Eats a truffle fry.”
This woefully substandard horror causes extreme irritation. Hipsters in the woods become death in human form. The hipsters can't handle the disorder. People can't emotionally relate in this overly long disaster. This was all overacting and unending seriousness. This was completely and utterly ineffectual and this is the nadir.
Little Man Tate (1991)
Single mother Jodie Foster has a gifted child. Dianne Wiest does not approve. Foster plays a neglectful lazy useless mother. So very very worthy and dull.
“You're being hostile. We agreed you would work on that.”