I’m not saying it’s a misunderstood masterpiece, but ‘pseudo-artistic immoderateness’ is an anagram for: it’s a misunderstood masterpiece.

There’s something going on here that I really don’t understand, but I like it.

So little sense, so much mood. Who cares for well-edited dreams? Just let them feed me images, sounds and words.

Wonderfully surprised by how Cattet and Forzani have found an emotional resonance to reverberate off of their bold form and fragmented storytelling, wherein the pastiche actually serves to deepen its protagonist's characterization. As Reflet dans un diamant mort touches on aging, film (industry), memory and technology through disorientation and pulp, it reminded me of L’intrus, Irma Vep and The Limey. KINETIK forever.

Faux mystic. Horny judge from Society. Always you wrestle inside me.

Portrait de la jeune fille en Terre de Feu

Hello, this is Radu Jude, a mediocre filmmaker from Romania...