I find disaffectedness as an aesthetic kind of glib. Beautiful yet inexplicably socially stunted young woman is a somewhat cliche tragic figure, and I’m bored by her morbid ideation as a proxy for hidden depths. We don’t even get to know her any better than her office flirt so it’s kind of solipsistic and lame.
The director seems to want to punctuate her plain office life with drama, with these dreamy orchestral interludes, (another indication of her brimming emotional world,…
Delightful leading lady with lady aspergers.
Marguerite is an oddball genius but cyclically crashing out just as she’s approaching new heights is so relatable. Personally I think I’m right on the cusp of a painting-the-wallpaper-black phase of my life.
Suffers from a lack of grit and visual taste problem that’s endemic to the movie industry right now. The green knight is monotonous, crisply lit ambient soup. Dev Patel’s beard stays perfectly trimmed throughout his quest to pursue the knight with a tree trunk for a head, who looks more plastic and less convincing than an Ent from LOTR. A ghost appears in her nightgown and claims her head was dumped in a lake…eerie…except she’s wearing mascara and a perfect…
