Yellow, by Cassavetes.

Still from www.yellowthefilm.com 

The movie is a labor of love--his romantic companion plays the lead and mom/stepmom? plays somebody--but it spins out of control as the life of the lead character. Styles mix freely--All That Jazz'-style singing and dancing numbers appear amidst masked cartoon characters.

The setting is surreal--assistant teacher in LA lives in a condo with a swimming pool adorned by artwork, wears designer dresses (and that is despite her drug habit) and her pedicure is impeccable even when she goes miles in Oklahoma desert over the rail tracks. Her debilitated unemployed sister played by Sienna Miller drives a Jaguar and the heroine is not afraid to leave children to her when she departs. Cassavetes cannot be accused of inattention to detail--one scene includes one slowly falling piece of torn bill in total defiance of gravity--but the director, as well as the author, should not love the characters he creates otherwise they take control over him.

Interstellar. Christopher Nolan.

This movie (metaphor of another critic) is a cross between "Inception" and "Gravity" and not in a good way. Presumption is ridiculous: the civilization, which builds starships cannot genetically modify humans or at least corn to survive in lower-oxygen atmosphere. Yet, the same ubiquitous corn appears later on a space station. If it grows at the orbit of Saturn, can they grow enough on Earth? Space travel progresses but medical technology... not so fast. The whole movie is a mess of special effects, thin philosophy and even its battery of A-list actors cannot rescue it from a free fall.

Birdman by Inarritu

A really good movie. Mexican director out-New Yorked New Yorkers. Has nothing in it reflecting on the subject of this blog.