“He chooses the memory of her. That's why he turns. He doesn't make the lover's choice, but the poet's.”
Just watched for the like idk 4th??? time, tonight, as a part of a screening for a class. It was the only time I’ve ever viewed it without viciously scribbling notes because I was hyperaware of how (in an academic/artistic/personal/spiritual context) groundbreaking this film is.
It is the female…
Definitely has a lot going on, but also, so loosely tied together in that gosh darn new-wave way that either sticks with me or slips through my fingers. Afraid this one just made me mad. I get that it’s allegorical, but this guy sucks and I can’t spend this much time with him.
Shot and assembled very thoughtfully, helped the hour and thirty-seven minute run-time pass by almost bearably. I see what it’s trying to do, but it just felt like a strange way to deliver the message.
GENUINELY ONE OF THE BEST BAD MOVIES. With a plot that never fails to confound and surprise its viewers, if you can leave science at the door (more like across the street), a truly flawless film.
Possibly some kind of biblical allegory? Let’s just say, in this movie, god is the only thing that can save these scientists from some seemingly omnipotent super sharks...
They say a picture is worth a thousand words, but Jordan Peele said it’s worth 130 minutes of pure CINEMA.
I think that Gordy’s birthday was one of the most brutally horrifying scenes I’ve seen in a film this year, a reminder that humans have a tendency to underestimate the raw power of the natural world, especially if it’s been dressed in a colourful shirt or cornered in a movie studio.
I really never expected to leave this horror-sci-fi about alien abduction fearing chimpanzees above all else.
