Factory

I had never even seen a shooting star before. 25 years of rotations, passes through comets' paths, and travel, and to my memory I had never witnessed burning debris scratch across the night sky. But I can see it now. Pizza The Hut was hunched over his computer. He slowly beat on a keyboard, creating, eyes closed, from a children's program like he was trying circumvent the ridiculousness of life itself. White pearls of computer screen light swam over his face. A lazy disco light spilled artificial constellations inside the aluminum cove of his makeshift room. I stared entranced, soaking in Pizza's new material, chiseling each sound and picture into the best functioning parts of my brain which would be the only theater for the material for months.

This is an emotional, psychological experience. Factory feels like a clouded brain trying to recall an alien abduction. It's the vision of a program, and its manipulator, losing faith in themselves, destroying themselves, and subsequently rebuilding a perfect entity. In other words, Pizza The Hut hated being Pizza The Hut, but ended up with the most ideal, natural 3dmm movie yet.

The experience and emotions tied to watching Factory are like witnessing the stillborn birth of a child while simultaneously having the opportunity to see her play in the afterlife on Imax. It's a cinematic experience of sparking paradox. It's cacophonous yet tranquil, experimental yet familiar, foreign yet womb-like, spacious yet visceral, textured yet vaporous, awakening yet dreamlike, infinite yet two minutes. It will cleanse your brain of those little crustaceans of worries and inferior Samurai Clinton movies clinging inside the fold of your gray matter. The harrowing images hit from unseen angles and emanate with inhuman genesis. When the last scene ends, and it occurs that one man created this, it's clear that Pizza The Hut must be the greatest 3dmm director alive, if not the best since you know who (yeah, you know the one). A breathing person made this movie! And you can't wait to dive back in and try to prove that wrong over and over.

[Pizza The Hut]

I don't get it...you give it 52 here but then it says you gave it 88 on the actual movie thread. Thanks for this though, haha.

[Jesterfoot]

haha, I take it you're parodying it's abstractness

[Pizza The Hut]

He took it from a music review:

http://www.pitchforkmedia.com/articl...adiohead-kid-a

[Dr Ashworth]

Originally Posted by Pizza The Hut

I don't get it...you give it 52 here but then it says you gave it 88 on the actual movie thread. Thanks for this though, haha.

Changed my mind after repeated viewings. Actually, there's no real consistency. Just think of it as a number, nothing more.

[Tuna Hematoma]

I thought reviews here were linked to the rating in the threads?

(I GUESS NOT LULZ) but like, it should be?

[Dr Ashworth]

The number, or "rating", changes in tune to our emotional perception within our current time continuum, which in itself is based on the ever-changing sea of gradients of the color prism and spiritual entropy. Therefore, is 52% really bad? Who is to deny the trough the label of "brilliance" while the peak is inherently revered? It's the trough that did the dirty work like a mother giving birth to spoiled royal son! And how different is 52% from 88%, really? They're numbers, manipulated, twisted shapes that in themselves lack perfection! Who are they to judge? I would argue that some of the best movies are those in the 0-5% range.