Never cursed.
King of hyperbole.
Örebro, Sweden.
"Oh no, who could've thought that entrusting giant corporations would possibly end poorly for us all" just shut the fuck up lol.
Philosophically dense and multifaceted work of radical cinematic minimalism. Deeply depressing work, made all the more so because of how soothing it is: precisely the type of desperate, isolating dissociation from reality that is necessary for survival when battling your own mind. Also acts as one of the greatest cases of voyeurism in cinema, in how it not only allows us mere glimpses of Akerman (as herself or potentially playing a version of herself in a documentary-like narrative, it's deliberately…
(Warning: First paragraph ramblings!)
It really is quite astonishing that after over 40 years of making elusive, puzzling masterworks (many of which had already been reevaluated), the critics still somehow managed to underestimate and misunderstand Kubrick. What's the logic behind that? "Oh, he's grown more wise, assured, confident and experienced over the last four decades, how could that possibly have any bearing on the craft, technique, form and material of this film?". Sometimes you really feel that certain critics don't…