Quite an unexpected experience. Gets almost everything right except the fantastical hopefulness of the resolution. But sometimes, a departure from absolute pessimism feels good to the senses. Re-establishes or reaffirms the ability (and sometimes necessity) of cinema to leave hope in its wake.
BJH has made Marxism consumable. Pattison is continuously pushing new boundaries for himself. Nothing but pride for the film.
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
I kept imagining how futuristic the house would be in the third segment as the film ventured across three different eras but I got a broken, dilapidated building in a flooded area that had nothing around but water. It was the moment of horror as I had to come to terms with the most probable reality.
It's been hard for me to cry, except in films. Cinema has enabled me to process my emotions, provided me an outlet where I can release everything that suffocated me from within. Yet, its been rare that I cried for myself than for the film, or its characters. There are many films that will make you cry for their story, but there will only be a few that will make you cry for your own story. These handful of films…
