A film about taxes and dreams, and then a love that seems to transcend the latter (or take place within the latter), Strawberry Mansion is also about taxing dreams, and some potential conspiracy about advertising in dreams. There are lots of dreams. It is unsurprisingly dreamlike and there's something undeniably impactful about it, but I feel like I got lost in both good ways and bad.
Still, more good than bad. I mostly liked this a lot. It's creatively fantastical for something that doesn't look big budget, and I like how so much stuff that sounds goofy on paper was presented with sincerity. It commits to a deeply strange logic and always feels consistent to itself, though I wished I was able to keep up entirely. Some parts are quite moving in ways that are hard to describe.
The experience it provides makes it more than worth digging out. I also thought the music was incredible, and it was cool to learn Dan Deacon was behind it (have heard at least one of his albums before).
At the end of the day, I feel like there's a lot that could be said about Strawberry Mansion; maybe even too much. But I can't say much at the moment. Whether seeing it again or reading up on it will unlock more of its secrets remains to be seen. For all I know, maybe everyone else is similarly lost (again, this is mostly a good thing; feels generally intentional, if just the tiniest bit frustrating).
Oh, it was also funny how much one of the supporting actors in this looked like Nick Offerman.
