This was something. Hard not be captivated by the enthralling way the camera moves and the bangin soundtrack. Sorrentino easily displays a masterclass in cinematography.
Jep is sixty five with no partner, no family, or real connection in his life. Yet, there is a reckoning with the fact that his sorrow is not necessarily the result of solitude or bad life decisions, but rather getting to an age where he must come to terms with his mortality. All the things…
Was wandering around on my last night in Madrid and thought I’d pop into this tiny cinema as I had a few hours to kill and my phone was abt to die. To my surprise, the National Theatre screening of Fleabag (!!!?) was showing in an hour. Despite being obsessed with the show I’d never gotten around to seeing the play and was delighted by the randomness at which the opportunity presented itself. I went to go eat some (not…
absolutely breathtaking cinematography. it’s ultimately what carried me through the long run time completely engaged (plus well timed intermission); was completely mesmerized by pov shots of the roads. brady corvet deserves his flowers for this one!!
