"Can we get something to eat that's not pickled?"
"Sauerkraut?"
There's a scene in this where David asks Benji if he "has a plan" after they get back from their trip. What follows is one of the most emotional moments in the film, but David's question is what I've been haunted by. Because the answer is: pain comes regardless. I see myself most in David, but some aspects of Benji resonate. The deeply emotional and profound message of this movie,…
I, too, would be heartbroken to destroy my rock ‘n’ roll records.
So many moments in this subtly undid me.
And so many hit like a truck.
There was great value in the abrupt cuts from scene to scene: To simultaneously startle the viewer and also condition them for the abruptness of the film’s (or characters’) ending. The whole film—score, cinematography, narration, etc.—was jarring, eerie.
I think the religious imagery paired with a general lack of religious conversation (barring some…
“Who knows what others will make of this.”
A man spends his whole life saying things with words, though he feels as if he’s never said anything. Then when he tries to make a true statement with action, he finds the tragic common ground that words and actions have: you can’t control how people receive them.
When Schrader misses, he misses. But his hits—of which this is perhaps his best—are masterful. My love/hate relationship with Paulie continues to grow.
Everyone…
First Sundance review 🥳
Where the Wind Comes From is a powerfully emotional drama. Eya Bellagha’s performance is stellar in this resonant and insightful film.
First log on Letterboxd is wild.
“The Night Time World is another installment in a long list of horror films budding with potential, but that ultimately lose their bite due to poor writing and logic, and lack of tension.”
I have now seen a CGI noodle in cinema. Folks, I’ve seen it all.
The sound editing and matching lip movements to lines was not there for so much of this and it bothered me. :/
That Catholic priest definitely became
Protestant after this.
I liked this more for its humor than its blatant message, but both were well-crafted. A good use of its short time and a killer poster.
“There’s only so much time.”
Goodness.
Mac Miller, you were ahead of your time and gone too soon.
The accompanying short film to Balloonerism is as creatively free and trippy and deep and profound as its source material.
What a fitting crescendo.
It’s currently 36°, the warmest it’s been in ten days. I stare through our third-floor apartment’s windows and find that the snow in our corner of the complex—encroaching against a small range of woods—is covered by daylong shade; it refuses to melt. Movie buffs love to exclaim how this is the perfect snow-day watch. I think they’re onto something, but I think the thesis of Fargo is more akin to those few days after snowfall: Patches of deadened grass peek…