What did make it in, however, is as indelible as it is confusing. The film is a visual pastiche of guns, graffiti, muscle-beach bodies, walls of chattering TV screens, and colorful psychedelia. The tone jumps from farcical to earnest with whiplash-inducing speed. To borrow from T.S. Eliot, whom the movie repeatedly quotes, Southland Tales is a heap of broken images; an endless series of singularly strange lines and vignettes.
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Update: Motherboard have published the full interview transcript.