There is no getting around it: Megalopolis (2024) is an elderly man’s fever dream. Its psychedelic transitions, flat dialogue, bizarre acting, and milquetoast politics polymerize into a whole both mysteriously personal and entirely legible. It is a fable set in faux-contemporary New York with “Make New Rome Great Again” signs and superficial invocations of the Catilinarian Conspiracy. Characters have names like “Cicero” and “Crassus.” Signs for the New York Stock Exchange are still visible. Yet, none of these allusions go... Read more