Delivers on its promises like few I’ve seen. The spiral plot blocking itself, but also not mattering, and slobbering Scottie.
Most important colors in a movie I can remember other than Antonioni. Full expression of the range of human emotions, all caught in a depraved web. By the end under the surface and above are inseparable. Any lofty ambition covered in dirt, hidden away.
I’ve been gravitating towards movies where the third act revisits and rewrites the first, and I think this might be the best.
