"...everyone's gonna die sooner or later. That's why I love cigarettes sooo much."
Harmony Korine's films have always been the subject of much hyperbole. He is a very interesting character who makes highly accomplished, consistently confounding work, but I'm going to resist the temptation to try and encapsulate what it is he does in those films right now though. That said, his 1997 film Gummo touched me in a way that I had never been touched by a film before. It felt like something reached into my chest and spat on my heart. Even stranger, it felt good.
This new offering is some sort of promotional film for some trendy sounding fashion designers called Proenza Schuler. It makes me feel very strange to watch it with the nagging insistency somewhere in the back of my thoughts that "This is explicitly endorsing something."