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'Art is the only serious thing in the world. And the artist is the only person who is never serious.' - Oscar Wilde
Dreadful. Hatefully American. Got about 25 mins in before we had to turn it off.
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
The summer was ending, after helping my father move house, I walked my half-an-hour walk back to my house. My despair at the impending winter-darkness and consequent lack of gardening ahead of me was consoled by a great realisation... That with the summer sighing its parting farewells, I was confronted by a warm welcoming hug. That welcoming hug was the film season.
I hastily thrust my frozen pizza in the oven and pressed play. Having watched 'The Good, the Bad…
A masterpiece. The music was used spectacularly. It gave an edge of eeriness and haunting and foreboding as it drifted indeterminately and mostly unidentifiably through the film. Though there were moments of recognition through soft flashbacks through sound.
It was also beautifully shot. The use of darkness and unnatural light through car lights and neon really emphasised the depravity and seediness of the film. The dark field and mists and constant night-activity further emphasised this.
The plot was fantastic, the revolutions around the husband. The difficulty in finding a protagonist. The mess of antiheros all colliding with eachother.
Altogether a darkly beautiful fantastic film.