Beautiful, heartbreaking. The tree shots stretched my heart. I was impressed by the little facial movements, some of them seemingly involuntary. Left me reflecting on the tortured artist trope.
I’ve never read anything from the Brontës, but I’m going to start Wuthering Heights right after I post this.
real fun time — made me miss home, especially the ol’ SR-71 sitting outside the Space and Rocket Center.
I don’t know if I’ve ever seen a film with this much personality. It hits so many notes: it’s funny, sad, dramatic, exciting, disgusting, tender, baffling — and sometimes it manages to be … all of these, all at once, and somehow in a compelling way??
there’s some lovely, latent Augustinianism in it, too: there’s so much yearning in this film, and a small acknowledgement that this yearning might point to something absolutely meaningful, even if everything in our lives feels chaotic.
Real fun time.
had some interesting things going on in it, but the gratuitous brutality was so distracting (even if befitting for a viking movie)
