This is so goddamn cinematic and inventive (case in point: the power slide from stood up date at Rebel, to blown dinner to meet future beau at Rebel, to seeing the planetarium sequence in Rebel, to Rebel burning out, to driving up to the actual planetarium from Rebel, to seeing the stars at the planetarium, to actually flying up and dancing in the 'real' stars -is some sort of crazy feat of cinema eating itself ad infinitum) that I can't help but wonder if people who don't like it might need some peanut butter with their jealous. To be fair, it's all a bit slick, but Chazelle has quite the command of verve and propulsion throughout the whole enterprise. Oh, and Emma Stone kills it.
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