This movie feels like walking into what once was a delightful mom&pop mexican restaurant that was just bought out by a food-chain.
You walk in and are seated by the very chef you’ve known before the renovation. They greet you, and you smile at the table, knowing your about to get something authentic and individual. But then, as the chef turns to walk back to the kitchen, you see the chipotle logo on their back.
“Goodbye homemade enchiladas” you say…
The shots were beautiful. I admire the density of Eggers’ ambition, as well as the discipline he and his team conjured to make it come to fruition in such a dense medium. I extremely enjoyed seeing Eggers push a bit of poetry out of him. Poetry that’s arguably more upfront in this film, in comparison to his previous works.
Egger’s infused “Nosferatu” with Murnau’s original, as well as FAUST in particular. Keeping the tradition of tragedy heavily engrained. That’s something I…
True horror would have been sitting through this snooze fest all the way through. Usually, terrible films can be at the least, fun. But this wasn’t fun.
The only concept that compelled me 40+ minutes in was the brilliant idea of leaving early. An idea that of which I can tell you was executed with passion, intent and prowess. Something every frame in this movie was lacking.
But that’s what you have to do sometimes. Sometimes we stumble upon a…
There is something truly horrifying about the sheer concept of “Hypnosis” as well as the practice & mutilation of another’s mind. Their temple, something sacred for each individual.
Psychologically, what is especially interesting are a few of the motifs that carry throughout this journey. “My water is out from me and inside I am but empty” is such a direct hit, Kurosawa is almost (almost as direct as Kubrick can tend to be to where it’s absolutely simple) we are as…
