sanvrit.
stupid soup and warren zevon.
(reviews here are just for my own journalising/notes)
Incredible dialogues and epilogue as a whole there at the tailend of the film.
Reverse prodigal son in the revelations of bleak nature and kind? Where the son remains?
Quite liked it. Duras manages to imbue the literary aesthetics and attitude of characters on screen as well, most of which come very confrontational and sharp.
Though, it becomes hard to keep with the characters and their nature on a medium like this that’s also paced much more slower.
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…
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.)