Tideland…not your normal romantic-evening-in film
Last night I cooked chicken in honey and chili oil, the tiniest baby potatoes, the tinies baby asparagus tips, all courtesy of M&S. Expensive, but worth it. And then we watched Tideland.
It’s hard to know what to say about this film, actually – all I can say is go rent it, and don’t blame me when you do. It’s a Terry Gilliam film with a fantasy feel, but without any overt fantasy elements to it. It’s the blackest comedy I’ve ever seen. It’s a story of childhood resilience and imagination. It’s a movie that made me feel as though I needed my mind disinfected after watching it. It was entertaining, in a very bizarre way. It’s the only film I’ve ever seen that had a disclaimer from the director in the beginning.
The young actress carries the film, and this little girl is going to have a hell of a career. She’s supported occasionally by Jeff Bridges in various states of decomposition, and Jennifer Tilly as a grotesque, raddled, bloated Courtney Love clone, but basically the movie is about her.
Amazing film…go see it.