A minimalist retelling that strips one of humanity’s greatest myths down to a somber, dreamlike meditation on uncertainty and sorrow.
It is eerie and unsettling to witness Odysseus reduced to a spectral figure, drifting aimlessly into the vastness and oblivion of the world. In Nostos: Il Ritorno, there are no cunning deceptions to weave, no battles to conquer. Lost in the boundless unknown, our hero is left to reckon with the immense losses suffered and the trials still ahead. Bruised,…
Can one ever truly face themselves in the mirror? A dying poet’s fragmented memories construct one of cinema’s most profound and dreamlike reveries. A poetic, abstract collage of moments, scenes, and fractures unfolds in a nonlinear, painstakingly slow, and often chaotic manner.
What is memory? How does one’s existence reflect life itself? Memories are strange, aren’t they? They are fragile, temporary and yet enduring, a sequence of moments that will never return. Your childhood is over. Your mistakes remain. Your…
2 hours worth of shits and giggles effectively subverted by an ending sequence that captures Anora's tragedy. Garnick and Toros are hilarious, the movie is hilarious, but all the humor essentially does is undermine Anora's sincerity and delusional belief that she had finally found love and moved up in society.
Vanya's relationship with Ani is purely transactional, and we're almost lead to feel amusement at the fact that this escort sincerely believes that she could belong in a Russian Oligarchic…
At its core, In the Mood for Love is a tale of longing and restraint, a symphony of desire rendered with aching precision. It captures the searing tension of wanting something profoundly yet knowing it lies ever so slightly out of reach. A fever dream of the unfulfilled and the unbearable beauty, a frustration of the impossible.
This movie feels deeply special. Wong Kar-wai is obsessed with love that defies boundaries, a love that cannot be contained, tamed, or constrained…
