The Accident is no longer this interstitial bricolage that it still is in the highway accident – the residual bricolage of the death drive for the new leisure classes. The car is not the appendix of a domestic, immobile universe, there is no longer a private and domestic universe, there are only incessant figures of circulation, and the Accident is everywhere, the elementary, irreversible figure, the banality of the anomaly of death. [Jean Baudrillard]
Having watched this for the first…
I think that the fact that we can both see the sun, so even though we're not actually in the same place and we're not actually together, we kind of are in a way, you know? Like we're both underneath the same sky, so...kind of together.
Vignettes and fragments of memories, trying to understand what is impossible to understand. Aftersun takes the small moments we remember, accurate or not, and asks - was that a sign? Should I have known?…
Extremely funny and deeply, deeply sad. Conner O'Malley captures the moment and the common online spiral into extremism in a way that so many other projects (I'm looking at you The Beast) fail to portray accurately. It feels so tragically real.
O'Malley needs to be given a blank cheque to make full-length films like this because I think he's one of the few people who completely understands the cruel radicalisation processes of contemporary digital media - I can see why…
Often we deride the films that are really obviously pandering for Academy Awards - toothless centrist trash made for the Academy to pat themselves on the back for voting for, stuff like Emilia Perez, Green Book, Crash. While not half as offensive, films like The Brutalist and TÁR occupy a still frustrating position where they are insistent on their own importance just because they're competently made. The Brutalist presents itself as a new American Epic, touting its small budget, big…
me to mike faist:
*jaw drops to floor, eyes pop out of sockets accompanied by trumpets, heart beats out of chest, awooga awooga sound effect, pulls chain on train whistle that has appeared next to head as steam blows out, slams fists on table, rattling any plates, bowls or silverware, whistles loudly, fireworks shoot from top of head, pants loudly as tongue hangs out of mouth, wipes comically large bead of sweat from forehead, clears throat, straightens tie, combs hair*…
Doctor Who near its very best. A fun and clever sci-fi story with interesting twists and great character interactions.
Funny, well-written, tense. AND I think it would have scared the shit out of me if I was much younger watching it like so many stories did years ago. Bloody great.
Only one special left... :'(
