When guys can't talk about their feelings, they talk about cars instead.
A great time, and utterly brilliant colour grading, cinematography, and racing sequences. Just some really solid cinema. I could watch Christian Bale as Ken Miles sell cars in that West Midlands accent all day and be on cloud fucking nine.
Was a solid 4/5, but the last hour, and the last 20 mins in particular gives it the extra half-star.
Felt like classic cinema. A film for people who like watching films.
"Ficus Religiosa is a tree with an unusual life cycle. It seeds, contained in bird droppings, fall on other trees. Aerial roots spring up and grow down to the floor. Then, the branches wrap around the host tree and strangle it. Finally, the sacred fig stands on its own."
The Seed of The Sacred Fig
This is a huge film. It is a long film. And like the Ficus Religiosa (by no coincidence), the film strangles you - softly at…
I didn't know much about this film apart from "Kieran Culkin and Jessie Eisenberg go to Poland".
A weird one to walk into blind, given my own identity, and my own experience as a second generation diaspora British Jew with the Jewish part of my family originating from Central Asia. The effect is a push and pull that links me by association to the horrors of 30s/40s Europe, but still holds me apart due to the relative safety of my…
A classic
You can spot the point where Phil Connors' old nihilistic self dies (with literal suicide) and the absurdist is born.
Nothing matters. So what?
