Review of Maelström (2000) by Courtney S — 04 Jun 2007
Some guy whose brain moves at like a million miles an hour told me about the place of the maelstrom in Norweigian mythology or something. Like this giant whirlpool sucking down everything and from which you can't escape.
Even if you cry really really hard or like run some kind of posh clothing store in the Financial District of Montreal. Speaking of 'financial' that's a French import BTW. Sometimes when I check my account balance online I feel the Maelstrom.
Nevertheless this movie like is a Canadian Cinema classic or something. Who am I to say shit like that? If you're an idiot, you'll spend an entire film class talking about this film as a 'redemption narrative'; the rest of you will rejoice at the fact that it is narrated by a motherfucking talking, rotting fish that also just happens to be one of the greatest representations of commodity fetishism ever comitted to celluloid or like reflective plastic or like InterLace Teleputer Cartridge or whatever.
This review of Maelström (2000) was written by Courtney S on 04 Jun 2007.
Maelström has generally received positive reviews.
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