Saw this for class, although I'd been wanting to watch it anyway. Crazy film to see the day after watching 'What Happened Was...', with which it has a surprising amount in common, but from a completely different perspective. Protagonist Cary is similar in her actions to deuteragonist Michael from that film, for instance.
I thought initially this'd just be a depiction of the fantasies of a 1950s widowed housewife – which would be plenty good enough, those being interesting fantasies…
Andrei Tarkovsky's filmography is so short! I reckon I'd like to watch the whole thing, over some unplanned amount of time. I rewatched Mirror the other day and it felt almost transcendent. That's a rare and valuable kind of experience.
Anyway, this is his first film – sort of – and it's fine. I'm sure I lack the knowledge to fully appreciate what this film is and how it works, but even if I had that knowledge I don't think…
This had me smiling, and laughing a little. This is kind of a miniature version of what I love about Lynch's work. It's all right here.
Really glad I watched this film at this specific moment in my life. I think I needed to see it. Going to try not to be too coldly analytical because I think that'd dullen its emotional resonance, but I do have some thoughts I'd like to share.
First off, I love films that focus on our ability to understand and be understood by one another. I think that can be an immensely beautiful thing but it can also make you…
