I happened to walk to Lisbon Cinemateca this morning and was delighted to see a season dedicated to Terence Davies and that they were showing this film tonight. A blind spot that I had tried to futilely fill a few months ago.
There are so many links in this film to Long Day Closes, from the framing, the lighting (Michael Coulter hive) and the mother-son relationship. Davies truly understands that memory might be subjective self-centering but that is beautiful. Anyway, I…
“We are our memory, we are that chimerical museum of shifting shapes, that pile of broken mirrors” - Jorges Luis Borges
The most beautiful poem in cinematic form. Every broken mirror, a painting and I cannot get over how Terence Davies and Michael Coulter lit this. Vale TD. I cried all my skincare off. I will be thinking about this film forever.
UPDATE: Crying about this film at random moments? Oh baby we are upping it to 5 stars.
Woody Allen finds funding to make a piece of crap every year and Joan Micklin Silver only made seven features in her career? Make it make sense.
There are too many genius things in this film and I love that JMS gives everyone great lines and delightful moments. Shoutout to Peter Riegert’s pronunciation of “Cabernet Sauvignon” and the guy in the supermarket who drinks the milk from the carton and puts it straight back in the fridge.
Greta Gerwig, you in danger girl!
Things Noah Baumbach hates:
1. Jennifer Jason Leigh
2. Los Angeles
3. Women
Things Noah Baumbach loves:
1. The Wooster Group
2. The male gaze
I really really really wanted to love this film. It starts exactly like a Woody Allen film, before his decline personally and artistically, but really dropped off for me after about 45 minutes and I was bored. This is the most self conscious film I have ever seen. Why…
