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Miranda July may be a bit too weird for her own good. On the other hand, it is a glorious weird.
The director of "Me and You and Everyone We Know" transcends cute and crosses into precious with this film, an unhappy blend of magical realism, alternative futures and "Cats."
What a strange, trippy, touching movie The Future is.
At times - not all the time, just enough to notice - July gets it backward.
Miranda July's second feature is beguiling, quietly funny and finally very sad in a way that sneaks up on you before becoming clear as the Los Angeles skies beneath which it's set.
Not everything about "The Future" works. But most of it does, in a quietly powerful way.
Nobody but July could have made a film so defiantly insufferable.
July's new film isn't as witty or touching as her debut but she still manages in her off-kilter way to say something original about her characters' hopes and fears and illusions... but viewers with an aversion for whimsy should probably steer well clear.
It's parodic Sundance independent cinema - pure, aimless, triple-brewed whimsy.
Many viewers, especially her detractors, can't see the forest for the twee in July's films. That's certainly true of "The Future" - but burrow down past the creepy-cutesy touches, and you find a film that's painfully real.
You end up feeling sorry for the cat but not for Sophie and Jason, who seem unable to deal with life, love or, in fact, anything.
July's film-making is a taste I have yet fully to acquire, but she has a distinctive vision, a style, placed before you on a take-it-or-leave-it basis. I took it.
July, who gave us the lovably odd Me and You and Everyone We Know, has layered on so much self-conscious whimsy - monologues from the cat, dialogues with the moon and other dashes of magical realism - that the central drama struggles to be heard.
A playfully self-aware dig at the emptiness of some modern lifestyles that will make you check your own.
I've seen The Future...and it's not bad at all.
Not a crowd-pleaser by any measure, but a mature, bold and recklessly inquisitive film, however unpleasant it is to consume in the moment.
July's romantic fantasy of stagnation and romantic drift has depths, but they're hidden behind walls of kookiness.
July's second film, while not quite as perfectly realised as her debut, nimbly avoids the 'sophomore slump', providing the curious with another window into her highly idiosyncratic world.
Kooky indie experimental film that might have something intelligent to say about leading a weird life, but was such a tiresome watch that it turned me off.
whimsy both conceals and sugars some rather bitter observations on change and mortality.
As they contemplate the difference between a couple of months and five years, Sophie and Jason begin to think more substantively about time.
It's easy to be distracted by the talking cat or the talking moon, but they are merely wallpaper over a yawning chasm of panic and disappointment.
Miranda July has a way of making 90 minutes of incessant quirk feel like 30 years on a chain gang.
The film's main weakness is that that fragile frame doesn't always hold.
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