Megalopolis mirrors Coppola’s own struggles to get the film made and his resentment towards those who didn’t agree with his vision. Naturally, the film rewards the protagonist with his happy ending where he creates the greatest city ever (not really, but the movie says it is, so…..yeah) and proves everyone who disagreed with them wrong.
Yeah, the low reviews wasn’t due to people “not getting it”. Everyone got it. A seven year old who was told the preproduction history and then saw the film would get it. There’s no deep meaning here, it’s as surface level as it can get.
It’s a self-insert ego boost. Whatever artistic vision he had got swept away a long time ago and was replaced by spite. Which was then covered with an uninspired Roman aesthetic and a limp dick of an attempt to be philosophical.
It’s a far fall from the director’s heights. And it will be remembered 50 years from now…….as a shining example of why one should not let their pride cloud their (supposed) better judgment.
So for that, congratulations, Coppola. You did it.