In many ways of how me and my father bond is through our love of noodle soup dishes- beef noodle soup, ramen, pho, you name it we love it all.
A wacky "ramen western" somehow finds its way to be a love letter to our rapport. Also a comforting reflection of my fat ass making late night stir-frys out of leftovers in the fridge- Itami warms my epicure heart.
My love for film and food- Tampopo is the bridge.
Drifting in and out of sleep on another existential journey, from one dreamscape to the next. Only this time, on a fallow overworld- a Godless land. And yet again, we are approached with another test of faith:
What cannot be used before it breaks? Glass? An egg?
Bout to whip up the best egg fried rice after this.
Eggers might've fumbled his revision of Hamlet in my eyes but this- this he didn’t!
Count Orlok is the new CEO of ‘Ball Up Top’. Scratched some itches I didn’t know I had- a song for the dilated pupils. Parted so choppily between acts but it’s something easy to ignore (its Eggers doing a period piece so I mean cmon). Dafoe is yet again in this so you get your banger one liners and chuckles.
There is an elephant in Manzhouli. There is a father in Germany. There is no compass, but we must go.
Ghost stories in disguise- I weep every time.
Electrifying camera in this!
Then becomes comically over-indulgent at the grand finale. So frustrating! Nonetheless, my introduction to Guadagnino’s work was still a wild ride while making another entry to my ‘this happened to me and my bro once’ list this month. I adore the Blood Orange cameo, the horny Cyberpunk music blaring over the dialogue Tenet style was cool too.
It would simply be a blow-out for my glorious king Jordan Poole with a bad bitch like Z in the stands.
Memory burns.
A moment frozen in time only fans the flame. One little mind camera, one through ones and zeroes. A static lens that exclusively shoots ever-moving subjects- of subjects. Pixels in disarray is not a problem when you can paint the canvas yourself.
I believe in love stories like this.
