Yorgos Lanthimos
The Lobster

I need a distraction. My ear is exploding, and I need to do something. It would be better to choose something that engages my brain less. In fact, it's throbbing more now.

I had been searching for it online for months, who expected its release in theaters? Yet, there was a lot of buzz, and I discovered that this GoodFilms would distribute it. What a stupid name for a film distribution company. GoodFilms. Maybe it's for GoodFellas. Good Films.

The fact is, Marti and I were as happy as two teenagers, a feeling I can't even imagine now because when I'm miserable, I FORGET what it's like to feel good, and I would be totally justified in cursing from here to the end of the review because my ear is throbbing more and more.
Anyway, Marti and I were at the entrance of the cinema with banners Lanthimos we L0v3 U, with Kynodontas T-shirts, and Greek wristbands. You can imagine our expectations.
I take an antibiotic break.

Once inside the theater, I'm not exaggerating, we looked like two bunnies seeing a giant carrot all to themselves for the first time. After leaving the theater, we never let go, walked arm in arm the whole way, you're vomiting, right, you have honey oozing from your nose.

Yet in The Lobster, there doesn't seem to be much honey. An exaggerated future shows a society that prefers couples with evident compatibility, with affinity from tables, and when a couple breaks up, you have to quickly "fall in love" again, this rush lasts precisely 45 days, otherwise, you are transformed into an animal for the rest of your days.

"Deported" to a Versailles-like hotel-facility, with detention-like rules, accompanied by his brother (the dog), a Colin Farrell remarkable tries to avoid a life as a lobster. On the town's outskirts, in the woods, live the "loners," an extreme rebel community, as much as society, which forbids any form of love.

Those expecting sci-fi transformations with a magic wand were deservedly disappointed: what seems like a genius/bizarre/brilliant plot is actually the backdrop of a beautiful story filled with values and messages. There's surprising irony, the pleasure of watching Angeliki Papoulia act, with her ridiculous name, murders with contrivances worthy of the best Greek tragedy, there are ridiculous taglines, there’s the off-screen narrating voice, there’s a striking and tight change of spaces, and there’s a tailor-made string soundtrack.

I'm biased, I'm smitten, and I'm a mesmerized, depressed, and naive fool, immaturely ignorantly in love, so it had a powerful effect on me; Good Films should still have it in distribution throughout this fantastic peninsula+islands. So if you go to see it, know that I never openly recommended it to you.

I feel like shit, fucking shit, there are many things I could have said, but at this point, it's better to abruptly end so