Some people go fishing or hunting or go to war. Others commit crimes of passion. Some commit suicide. You have to kill someone.
So atmospherically sad that even the loftiest semblance of hope reads as a break in the fog only to be snuffed out again by the dank, oppressive, Le Havrian darkness. Still, somehow, romantic every step of the way to its tragic end.
I can’t help painting what’s hidden behind things. To me, a swimmer is already a drowned man.
It’s late, and you still know nothing about women.
My first Catherine Breillat film. An unflinching and profoundly uncomfortable watch about the societal, pathological hatred of women, an indictment of the male gaze and male aggression and, finally, a proclamation that, somewhere hidden behind our deepest insecurities, we’re not all that different, and perhaps some of us are celestial.
This is such an ideas movie that (I suspect) when viewed as a traditional story with whole, round characters with real…
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
I walked into Anora thinking I was at a screening of Red One. So you can imagine the opening shot sort of threw me. I mean, I had heard Red One’s doing the edgy-comic thing, but this edgy? So, we meet Ani, get a few laughs and I’m thinking to myself this has got to be the most interesting choice of Dwayne Johnson’s whole career—good for that guy! Still, I’m suspicious. Just as I got to thinking this isn’t the hilarious Christmas movie…
