Fascinating film. While it feels a tad long, I understand that it is meant to tell a comprehensive story, it's just that my patience is a little thin these days, hence why I haven't given it a perfect score. If it were around 40 minutes I would've absolutely adored it but alas, I am a lazy bastard.
This really felt like an important reminder that film should be a fundamentally spiritual medium – the way that motion and sound dissect…
a cruel sneer of a film.
through the story we see the futility of life in 4 stages:
1) on an elemental level. We see, at the beginning of the film, a grain of sand. As the shots gradually zoom out, we see that the sand loses its individuality amongst the billions of other grains. The overwhelming scale of the universe renders the individual as purposeless without a whole, but in order to join the whole it requires the individual…
This one's interesting, I'd love to hear your thoughts in the comments.
I think it's alright. So tightly paced and written that there doesn't feel like there's enough room for the story to kind of feel.... real? You know it's a story and you voyeuristically enjoy it because it's well told, but not necessarily because it immerses you or because what it has to say is true.
I think its question of whether greatness is worth ANY price is interesting,…
Ended up skipping this one after 44 minutes. Lotsa senseless filth and such but it wasn't really substantial. You get the feeling that the director and writer was an amateur with unrefined ideas and skills but talent.
Try it here; youtu.be/DpmYt9NuyOM?si=r8lxQUztBKZH02Ca
I can hear it, roaring in my ears like a dragon. The swirling hurricane of thoughts that I will never be good enough, that I am fundamentally an unlikable, stunted human being. That because of my social ineptitude, my lack of ability to connect and relate to other people without getting hurt and pushing them away, I will never amount to anything.
For the second time in my life, Joel has made a film that roars just as loudly in my ears as that hurricane. Every painful thought rushed into my mind watching this.
What does your hurricane sound like?
[4.5 - 5 stars]
Cover your eyes, cover your ears. Tiptoe through the pretty garden and smell the pretty flowers. Take in the scents. Exhale quickly when you smell the burning human flesh. Happy flowers and beautiful little places, nooks and crannies to get lost in – the flowing of a river, the peaceful sounds of home, your infant daughter's smile. Ignore the barbed wire wall that hides the mortality put pitifully on display. Open your eyes when you're back…
