One hundred years later, walk into any multiplex. You see the same three-act structures, the same quippy dialogue, the same redemptive arcs, and the same predictable jump scares. Hollywood has perfected the grammar of cinema to the point of suffocation.
On paper, it’s nonsense. In execution, it is pure Dada. Obayashi famously gave his young daughter’s wildest imaginings to the screenwriter. The result is a film that has no interest in "plot" as adults understand it. It is pure, joyful, terrifying id. It is cinema as a collage of magazine cut-outs stapled to a moving train. We live in the age of the Algorithm. Netflix knows what you want to watch before you do. Marvel movies are designed by committee. Even "indie" films now follow a predictable rhythm: quirky opening, mid-point crisis, bittersweet resolution. Movies Dada
Dada says: You cannot predict this. Dada says: The director was probably not okay. Dada says: Art does not owe you an explanation. One hundred years later, walk into any multiplex
Dada is the antidote to the Algorithm.