Jack, PLEASE stop looking at me.
I fucking LOVE horror movies shot by thoughtful cinematographers. This one is perfect.
Jack, PLEASE stop looking at me.
I fucking LOVE horror movies shot by thoughtful cinematographers. This one is perfect.
I have a confused relationship with Tarkovsky’s films. There’s a part of me that has the utmost respect and admiration for his artistry and philosophy, then there’s the part of me that can not seem to emotionally attach and invest. I’m deeply ashamed to admit that I am now 2/2 for falling asleep during his films. Both Stalker and Mirror, to me, feel as though that the context needed prior to watching, is my own life experience. In the case…
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
In its respects as a ‘return to form’ via the way of classic Dracula films, this film is both stunning and respectful of its predecessors, and its source material. However the film lost me in its pacing with its unfortunate pendulum between rushed and painfully slow timing. Plenty of plot points were quickly forgotten or “tied off” and many of the films core moments were rushed off screen. For instance The Counts castle was quickly rushed through and almost forgotten.…
Considering it was published in the same year as The Seventh Seal this work feels slightly less inspired. Slow burn with a gentle nostalgic feeling throughout. A lovely story of an old stubborn man watching the world around him grow old as he has. Bergman shows incredible range between the 2 films he published in 1957. The Seventh Seal is far more profound and abstract, which explains my gravitation to that work above Wild Strawberries. Even where I see Bergman below his other works, he excels in comparison to most. Bergman does it again!