I think I first saw Gummo when i was 14 in a friends basement on a cathode ray tv hooked up to an xbox. Everything about it felt circular and uncomfortable, repetitive yet different, no cohesive narrative or shape to mark the passage of time. Like being forced to sit upon painted carousel horses of bad luck and human misery.
That was the same summer i found out the Taiwanese grocery store near my high school would sell you a…
Ok im not some cinema snooper gumshoe, so im not going to try and map this stuff out 1:1 onto the movie, and besides, I think the whole point of the movie is that one should take comfort in the darkness and unknowing.
Just starting with situating the movie in Germany in 1834 makes me think of a few things. JG Frazer's The Golden Bough is published in 1857, Kekule's structure of benzene is in 1865, same year as James…
Sam Hyde skinny wrist letterboxd power users and the RedScare Industrial Eating Disorder crowd will literally say shit like "this new Instagram Reel™️ for my A24 x Satisfy technical running apparel collab is an homage to the transcendental style of Robert Bresson and soundtracked with a hypnagogic folk found noise instrumental by Jessica Pratt (my dad is an executive at Mexican Summer, LLC)" but cannot unironically enjoy a Ringo Lam or John Woo movie.
I honestly havent seen a movie…
