Favorite films
Don’t forget to select your favorite films!
Don’t forget to select your favorite films!
Seemed like any generic biopic: diva star, heartbroken groupie girl, and voilà. You’ve seen it before, and you’ll see it again. The film goes through the motions...rags to riches, artistic struggle...but without much soul.
That said, I did appreciate how it reminded me of that classic dilemma: love the music, hate the artist. Because really, how many roads must a man walk down before we stop excusing his behavior just because he wrote a few good songs?
black wet umbrellas, flickering candlelight, the weight of breath in the silence...eggers crafts horror through atmosphere, not excess. nosferatu looms in doorways, his shadow moving before he does, his presence felt in every creaking floorboard. the film pulses with eerie restraint, then unravels into something raw, a manic appetite gnawing at its edges. costumes decay beautifully, sound lingers like an echo of something unspeakable. a slow, stunning nightmare.