Saw Megalopolis, which I enjoyed mostly for the audacity of the thing. I was really struck by how operatic it was. Coppola’s uncle was a big name in opera and you can see it in the overblown, heightened, theatrical showiness. That early scene on the gantries, and the chorus nature of the crowds.
It’s not a great film, probably not even a good film, and the politics are nonsensical, but I think it holds something interesting together. I suspect I’ll be thinking about it a lot over the years.