sanvrit.
stupid soup and warren zevon.
(reviews here are just for my own journalising/notes)
Really perplexed with this one here. Slow devestation of identity and dreams. But at the cost of what? to birth what? dreams again. it’s some resurrection. Newfound or profound? The Israelites find their new land to go “home” to.
No one does America better than the non-Americans/foreigners themselves. (Until and unless, Americans accept and accept to look at their own past and history with no blind eye)
Epilogue is great, for not the contrary’s sake. It lends itself, as much…
I am trying to lean back to another Mike Leigh film I watched some time back (Secrets and Lies) and I find myself asking the same thing here as well, after watching it - how do we want to open up ourselves? who do we open up about ourselves as? Marianne Jean-Baptiste gives the most sensational performance, a tour de force! The other cast members surrounding her take in with that same magnitude, reservations of resistance or for resistance. Sometimes, from resistance.
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
brilliant. no notes. spot on.
you can still cook the best wallace & gromit adventure even today, really loved this.
also
MY BOY THE FARMER FROM SHAUN THE SHEEP MAKING A CAMEO IKTR!
Checking off a pretty big blindspot from my watchlist.
Alain Delon is sexy, just like how he sounds with Dalida in "Paroles, paroles". Gosh, do I love that song. But really, cannot think of anybody else other than Delon who could have had taken this role.
Some great portraits of Jef all throughout, striking, solid, unsentimental yet even the melancholy. Absolutely striking frames.
Sensational.
(PS: Taking Christopher's recommendation of restarting my letterboxd journal. Though I am pretty darn lazy to log all the films I watched, I might just carry on from here and log what I watch in the future.)