This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
"Are you trying to save my soul?" Do you know what you're part of? Do you know that to God you can't save the soul of a suicidal man? Do you know that there is no other way out? Do you know that this is how it must end?
"What?" Do you know that your death is not noble? Do you know that your life is not an island? Do you know that in all the time I've known you,…
The thing about reviewing your favorite movies is that you have to use your words and trust the other party to understand what you mean instead of screaming into a pillow for several hours. Coincidentally, this is what the movie Radiance (Naomi Kawase, 2017) is about.
When I first watched this movie, what called out to me was Nakamori's grief - I'm also a photographer, a painter, a cinephile losing his sight. This perspective colored my entire understanding of the…
in honor of the approximate 9th anniversary of my first illuminata watch while i was a pharmaceutical guinea pig in undergrad, here's a poem i wrote: [exit john turturro]
holy shit. movy (note to self review this when your brain is not tears)
sometimes your mother's love is socialist utopia: fallible, sometimes an illusion, but mostly the thing raised you into the person you are.
"Das Land das meine Mutter verließ, war ein Land an das sie geglaubt hatte... Ein Land das es in Wirklichkeit nie so gegeben hat. Ein Land das in meiner Erinnerung immer mit meiner Mutter verbunden sein wird."
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
White for the façade, the pristine image of a sealed tomb or a body bag, the ideal. Black for the weight of too late, of sin, of the damp earth and its rot, for the failure of the ideal. Red for passion, humanity, viscerality, for the men that will never be ideal but persevere in serving. Blue for the unseen, the working nuns, the foreign suffering, the real skies that feel so far away from a locked room, the gated…
