My 1000th film on Letterboxd.
When I was in college, I was friends with some guys in a film frat. One of my favorite things to do was to attend their parties or social gatherings and talk with them about films. Well, actually, this was my least favorite thing to do, because it inevitably involved hearing a bunch of up-their-own-ass guys engaging in a dick-measuring contest for how refined and kino their film taste was. Truthfully, this was a pretty…
Everyone analyzing this film talking about capitalism and religion yadda yadda yadda you know what this film is really about?
- Liquids
- Smoke
- Predation against prey morphing into symbiosis
- Vocal control
- Clothed eroticism
- Industrial and spiritual thirst as an extension of phallic fulfillment
- Grind and thrum and slosh
- Nature is vengeful because God lives in it
- The tension inherent in the structure of string instruments
- All gender performance is drag
- Intergenerational paternal trauma created the mythical image of the American Man
(100/100)
Middling shoebox play, overexplanatorily moralistic and rarely requiring your full attention. Worth something if you're a Bogart & Bacall completionist, and perhaps to see a comically good performance by Edward G. Robinson. Occasional moments of successful tension are often left to fizzle out in the potential payoff, with the exception maybe being the ending which, while hardly tense, is at least the most compelling segment on offer.
I felt throughout that this film never set its foundations properly and that left…
World Map - Mauritania
This is the kind of thing that makes me wonder how I'd never thought of it until seeing it, but it makes so, so much sense to use the discordance, fragmentation, and experimentation of French New Wave to depict a story of diaspora and discrimination. Like, the stylistic components of French New Wave as used here make more sense than any application I've seen in French movies that birthed the medium. It helps as well that…
This is the Forrest Gump of mental illness movies which is kind of ironic because really Forrest Gump is the Forrest Gump of mental illness movies but I'm sticking with this metaphor. Now, I haven't seen Forrest Gump in forever and I liked it back when I watched it, but looking back I realize what a conservative wet dream it is. Its messaging is very "play into the system and even the poor unfortunate mentally handicapped can have their own…
Log this under "horror movies I absolutely would not survive" because oh my god this film made me realize what a high tolerance I have for creepy weird dudes. Like genuinely pretty much every moment in this film where the guy did something supposedly creepy I shrugged it off as "well, he's an autistic furry." Frankly my tolerance for weirdo behavior is probably far too high, there are things he does in this film that absolutely should be seen as…
