I eat too much popcorn.
(4 favorites are the films I’ve most recently loved)
Darkness. The characters dig deeper and deeper, getting lower and lower until it’s so dark all you see back at you is your own reflection in the screen. The slow, droning, eerie score panning over a nightmarish forest full of dead trees, as you feel your chest begin to tighten with dread.
The camera so very slowly floating along, frame by frame things are revealed to you in the dark shadows, coupled with only the slightest of sounds. Water drips.…
The American void. What most of this country exists as, but is almost entirely forgotten. As if someone flipped the American dream on it’s head.
A beautiful colorful emptiness that entraps each and every visitor in a different way. Some tragic, some… well all tragic. The saturated green tones representing life in the background of views of deceptive identities.
A drama of incredible efforts, Paris, Texas is a empty pit bleeding emotion but most importantly, life.
God I have got to be related to Alvy, the insufferable quips are far too relatable.
Sure this film is up its own ass, but definitely has an undeniable style and confidence to do what it does beautifully.
The unfortunate truth to this documentary is that it requires all the prior knowledge of the people and the history in order to fully appreciate it. Good for a “slice of life” documentary though.
Very conflicted here, it has a lot of fun and classic Bong tones and feel, but on the other hand feels like there was studio interference. I’m not liking this new trend of scraping up fantastic filmmakers after winning well deserved Oscars, then slapping them on some novel they own the rights for. Not sure if that’s what happened with this film, but it certainly felt like it.
I’m happy this film is a new original sci-fi film, we definitely…
Mundanity and insanity. Two things I always grouped together. I never was able to see mundane processes as simple and necessary and great, because of how existential it automatically forms into my brain.
I get it now. Perfect Days was the exact film I needed. I’ve been stuck lately in a job (similar to Hirayama, garbage collector) and this has been weighing on me heavily. What’s the point? What am I doing? All day I ask myself these questions, and this…