The Future

Yeah, I mean this is what it is, whatever that means (I guess here it means falling short of the poignancy it hopes to achieve and being a little annoying, but still being funny and enjoyable), but I feel like there may be no filmmaker in the world right now with better intentions than Miranda July. And that goes a long fucking way.

Endless suffering of Virginia Woolf. For the surreal aspects, try rather The Science of Sleep.

If this is The Future, then I can only hope The Present comes crashing down around us before we all regress into navel-gazing hipster urchins...or worse yet, talking cats.

30larındaki bir çift bu yaşa nasıl geldiklerini sorgulamaya başlarlar. ve olaylar gelişir...

An insufferable film with a forced eccentricity that is so fucking pointless and not to mention highly annoying. Did Miranda July really think that the stupid talking cat voice was a good idea?

Top badass moment? Jason deciding to “save the planet” but at the end realising how futile his efforts were. As I use to work for an environmental charity I can totally relate to that, except it only took him 30 days to realise; it took me 30 years. Duh. This is a weird film, probably best watched while stoned. I watched it sober, so I think I missed the point of it. 1 (huge, beautiful, fluffy, talking) cat (called Paw Paw, because he had an injured paw, aww), no chainsaws or decapitations.

Interesting, moderately funny, weird, quirky & more than a little crazy. It wants to be profound but gets lost in the weird collection of random impulses. Frequently childish & overly simple, but also sometimes charming. The actual events seem to be euphemisms for their unfulfilled lives. In the end, their dalliances are just a bump in the road. Or, so it would seem.

What makes this movie so hard to watch is the fact that the relationship it presents is doing no good to Miranda. It prevents her from being wild, and she is doomed to play along with some stupid time stopping ruses, instead of dancing. Nevertheless she is truly in-love and loved, and the thought this love might end, the thought that she is gonna be out there, displaying her true nature by herself (to herself) - is unbearable. It is much better to be normal or average.

Miranda July is one of the more eccentric American artists putting out feature films, and thankfully the weirdness is backed up by solid craft and direction. This film has very poignant themes that could only find themselves in the 21st century, and the poetic, surreal interpretations of modern loneliness and communication ring true on a visceral level. July's previous film is better and addresses the same kinds of ideas, but this is still a solid effort that is rarely, if at all, paralleled.

This hipster indie satire quickly plummets into the darkest whimsy. I'm a happily married old guy who has worked at the same job for thirty years, with two grown sons and three well-cared-for cats, so I'm not the ideal audience, but watching this movie filled me with feelings of sadness and helplessness for an entire evening and part of the next morning too, so I can't deny that it has considerable power. Loved the cat, hated the people . . . was this how I was supposed to feel?

I find Miranda July and most of her artistic efforts charming, so I liked it, but man, this is definitely a niche film that most people are going to hate.

This movie had so much potential, and I respect Mirandy July for that. But the end product could have been much better. I really didn't care about Sophie at all. Jason was mildly interesting. But I loved the cat. I cried so much over its fate. This could have been a wonderful short film with just the cat voiceover.

wtf?

Hard to score, because Miranda July failed to acomplish, what she wanted to acomplish. However, she created something here.... something very gloomy... Loved the talking cat.

It's the ultimate hipster film of the year, blending a romance for losers with a Charlie Kaufman/Amélie Poulain-kind-of-fantasy. Crap, just crap.

A fantastic character piece with just the right amount of surreal. Engaging and funny from start to finish.

July is a good director, but it feels like she's more interested in her films being personally satisfying rather than simply being the best director possible. Her character was insufferably nebbish and boring. Choosing an actress other than herself probably would have served the role better. Linklater did much better and his character was at least mildly interesting. That said I don't mean to just dump on the film. The stuff with the cat was great, and I loved all of the musical choices.

Miranda July as the Voice of Paw-Paw is infuriating.

A genuinely original and creative film that explores relationships (of various kinds) through a combination of magical realism and the mundane. Not altogether successful, but nevertheless an admirable effort by July to expose what it is to need and be with others.

I enjoyed July's 2005 offering, but The Future neither replicates that charm nor offers something distinct enough to be considered innovative. The cat-narration, perception of altered time and hapless characters are all stalwarts of an indie film, but July's quirkiness sidesteps into full-on bizarre without either a strong narrative or emotional tether to ground it. The themes of unfulfillment, compromise and missed opportunity are present, but lack a substantial story for them to be impactful.

Insightful and genuine interrogation of anxiety and creative block. Feels slightly limited and repetitive in setting and character (I was really sick of that apartment set by the end) but the unpredictable scenarios make up for it.

derinlikli gözüken karakterler, ilgi çekici bir çıkış ama biraz fazla sünüyor ve açıkçası gişe filmleri kadar formüllü bir yapısı var bu tarz filmlerin.

Enjoyed the style and surrealism, but lacked focus. Or maybe I'm just too dumb to get it.

The first movie I have seen that feels like a short movie but doesn't make you think that it should have been a short movie. The actors are more dancers than actors in the poetic way they talk and move. The dialogues, especially the cat's, are good, at times touching. The movie is structured like a poem, too, the scenes lined up like stanzas. I found meaning in The Future and I was touched a few times, but you may find this poetic fantastic realism boring. There's no accounting for taste.

my kind of movie, not because it has talking cats or fucking beach house, but because it's an uncompromised tour of somebody else's head. call it "self-indulgent" or "narcissistic" if you like, but just about all the most emotive, most illuminating and yes, most humanist movies are stubbornly personal windows into their creator's naked psyche. im less alone and more compassionate every time i'm shown that beneath someone's offputting surfaces are anxieties i understand all too well.

All the credit to Miranda July for managing to make a movie this gut wrenching. It's a quirky indie comedy that packs a punch. July plays with your emotions and hits all the right marks.

This film isn't the kind of film many people would like. Her previous feature film was quirky in slightly more conventional way. This one will be too weird for most people. It is also soul-crushingly sad. I'm also reading her short story collection these days. My friends told me they think I'm hard to impress. Well, I'm impressed by this woman's work. I actually just wrote her an email, because I feel like she could understand me, and perhaps explain me something about life.

Largely insufferable but perversely brave and at times affecting. If July's debut felt quirky-by-numbers this feels bizarrely personal and very, very dark (if still very forced). A eulogy for millennial tweeness in all it's awfulness.

Quirky but annoying. I found the lighting/colour too dark in places and felt no empathy with the the main protagonists. The talking cat was creepy.

The line between charming and annoying is really thin. At times The Future is on the wrong side. But the topic, that your idea of the future has more influence on the present, than the present itself, felt quite familiar.

Yawn. I don't know if this movie was meant to be about anything more than slowly deconstructing a failing relationship... maybe I missed something or it was supposed to work on another level. Anyway, all the slowness, the awkward silences, the muted colours, the dim light - I didn't find it affecting or moody, just boring. A boring film about boring people. Hopefully in real life Miranda July is a barrel of laughs.

Anhedonic dirge of a film; which is I think what they were after.

Unpredictable with some very creative visuals and situations to tell its story.

Rigtig fin low-budget sci-fi-film

A huge letdown following "Me and You and Everyone We Know".

Heavy on quirk but doesn't shirk the hard realities of life. A powerful film.

film fena ama kimi yerleri biraz agir ve ne anlatmak istedigini unutuyor. avrupa sinemasina alisin olmayanlar bu los angeles filmini sevmeyebilirler. ama yine de cesur.

Too self-consciously quirky for its own good, but quite enjoyable nevertheless.

starts well but drags later (addition: the book 'It Chooses You' is definitely more absorbing. the movie grows deeper retrospectively after reading it)

5- worth experiencing, alright

I love Miranda July, but this film felt disingenuous and somewhat unbelievable.

Loved the buried girl scenes, the dancing scenes. Unsettling, funny, and resonant.

Incredibly inaccessible, with a large portion of emotional involvement muddled under the seemingly purposefully confusing narrative. Clever dialogue amongst irritating scenes and amongst indiscernible characters. I liked the cat segments though, however I hear a lot of people are furiously against it.

I'm a bit baffled by the reactions to this film and the truly stupid copy written to promote it. If this is a drama, then I'm a pipe. Far funnier and memorable than Me You and Everyone We Know, I, unfortunately, recognize these characters, and I hate them. But, I think that's the point.

In which a couple in their mid-thirties realizes that none of their aspirations have been fulfilled. The dread of aging like this makes their following decisions all the more unsettling. With awkward, metaphorical and surreal bits and (performance) pieces July tries to express how we live today. And because it's so open and true, its weirdness becomes the opposite of hipster poses.

There's something very strange about a hipster-as-fuck film, with an unbearable lead performance, that ranges from being insufferable to dragging its heels to the finish line...but yet, can make me feel genuine emotion for a person in a cat suit that narrates sections of the film. Unfortunately, it's the worst kind of strange.

Well, I mean...absolutely hipstery as shit. Like I mean god damn. But it feels like it comes from a genuine place rather than just quirky for the sake of it. Some bits (like the fucking cat) were just too over-the-top, and July should stop acting in her own films, but I found myself enjoying these pathetic characters crappy attempts to break out of middle-aged inertia.

08 Ekim 2011, filmekimi & miranda july'nin ilk isini oldukca aratiyor. Bilindik cumlelerin ozgun (gibi duran) paketlenmis hali. film baslarda iyi dursa da ilerledikce dagiliyor.

Playful, radical, and creatively inspiring.

"A combination of morbid self-absorption and playful quirk, The Future manages to botch both aspects." - Andrew Schenker

Liked this a lot more than I probably should have, talking cat included.