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The Return 2003
“Heave. Heave.”
The day after the fall… the wish that it was all… a dream… a nightmare! But, the pain persists! The disbelief… the rain… the drifting… away… and the sinking… down! — The scream… the disbelief! A flash… engraved beams of light… evidence that cannot be done with… damning… too much for such weak, small, and helpless hands! Damning scars! Photographs! Photographs! Photographs!
“Heave. Heave.”
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Sonatine 1993
Flat… flat, flat images, shots, scenes, dialogues, landscapes, shore, sea, looks, eyes, flat… flat violence… but the red is saturated… pulsing… truthfully unreal…
I shoot fast because I get scared first.
But you are not afraid of dying.
When you’re scared all the time… you almost wish you were dead.Translated from by
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Brief Encounter 1945
What I found most striking in this film is how well the confusion, contradiction, and haziness is treated within the inner monologues of Laura. A desirable outcome is out of the question. Wherever we might stand in this intertwined grid we call life, and perhaps more accurately, what we call ourselves, we will be reproached, most ironically by ourselves; by different parts of ourselves, and every outcome will be trenched in a contradiction so deep it will torment us beyond our capacity to even fathom the full force of its pain.
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Voyage to Cythera 1984
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
In the scene just after the one in the theatre, Alexandros walks to the streets, steps on a crossroad, and walks until he is in the middle of the road. The streetlights are reflected all about him on the surface of the wet street. The camera starts to draw back, slowly, and the street lightbulbs flicker from behind his shoulder. The light then moves to the sides, and Alexandros is left in the chasm separating the two lines of light—with…
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