Holy motors
With the annual “art vs. entertainment” argument in full swing thanks to the Oscars, there’s probably no better time to explore the cultural schism between critics and the average moviegoer - not the least of which is the use of words like cultural schism and referring to the guy sitting next to you as average . It’s not that critics are a more highly evolved species of man (although I’m sure several believe that to be so) which demands they champion the obscure over the inclusive, the low-budget indie over the blockbuster. It’s just a natural evolution of watching so many variations on the same formula, so many explosions, so many romantic misunderstandings, so many parties gone wrong, so many remakes, so many reboots and so many re-imaginings. I don’t even think that last one is really a word. This isn’t a cry for sympathy, but maybe for understanding. At least it will help explain why critics would champion a film like Holy Motors , a chaotic yet sublimely introspective, barel...