audibly screamed when she ripped the flyleaf from that vita sackville west book
The structure of this thing is a marvel. So like a symphony performance itself with long movements showing us the rise and fall of Tár. Quiet stillness in her electric car, the tempo of the edit. Even the decision to credit the technical crew of the film in the opening crawl in a simulation of an orchestra program.
Man, I crave stories like this, with little flourishes…
