The strong negative reaction to Walter Hill’s most recent directorial effort has more to do with disappointed expectations than controversial material.
It obliviously flails for hipster-cult, Tim and Eric Awesome Show status throughout its 88-minute run time.
If you look beneath the relentless, miraculous onslaught of avant-garde-cranked -to-11 style, the plot of Hausu makes sense. Kind of. I think.
Ballard creates cold, sterile worlds that are driven by concepts instead of characters, but he’s strong enough a writer that his narratives thrive with intellectual possibility as a result.
Should filmmakers just leave certain books alone?