look, I’m not exactly immune to this movie but half of the reason i attribute to the fact that I just love Harris Dickinson. The Ibsenian references—if not a bit on the nose— tickled me. I mean their daughter *Nora* asking to show off her *tarantella* 💃🏻 that’s one among a few literarily charged character names, others being Mary and Ophelia….
Nice sound design and bumping soundtrack sure but I think I can only enjoy so many A24 movies a year before the branding gets tired.
An opening sequence for the books, wow!
Construction time lapse made me think of Man with the Movie Camera :)
I was waiting for a shot of a guy pressing his face against a facade in a vaguely sexual way and I can’t believe it happened lol. I think one could consider this movie to be one that "insists upon itself," a la Peter Griffin. I'm not usually one to fault a movie or director for that though.
Does it justify its run time? Eh, maybe tired question and not so relevant anymore, but yeah my butt got sore.
This review took me a while to sort out because it’s such a universally loved film and I feel like a black sheep. TLDR I enjoyed the film and get its emotional core but I have a lot of nagging thoughts.
Before I go on what turned out to be an unexpectedly involved rant, I’d first declare that this movie did manage to make me cry—if somewhat against my will. There are many things I liked about it. Perfect Days…
I’m sending you kisses through the clouds, so when it rains my kisses will touch your lips
I knew that it wasn't going to take much persuading for me to adore this movie. It checks all the boxes for my kind of flick, down to a precise sequence, too. City, country, sea. Urban malaise, rural wander, oceanic cleanse. In a non-prescriptive/restrictive elucidation—Mumbai for director Kapadia seems to be what Taipei is for Edward Yang, Hong Kong for WKW, Tokyo for…
