It's like Tarkovsky, only in reverse.
Tarr's work has the same sense of unearthly foreboding rooted in (something like) reality, the same profound capability for describing human emotion, and the same contempt for montage.
Where they differ is their outlook. Where Tarkovsky offers hope, Tarr can find none. Of course, it's hard to dismiss this as some kind of miserabilist treatise when Lars Rudolph can still illustrate the magic of an eclipse using a bunch of drunks, or when there's…
Say what one might about the characters in the original Jurassic Park, but one thing they weren't was stupid. Jurassic World, on the other hand...
It doesn't so much milk the nostalgic teat as kill the nostalgic cow, peel off the nostalgic cow hide and parade around in it, bellowing "Look how much I look like the original film, but with a difference!" and then winks.
Its CGI is retrograde, as are its gender politics. One reason you shouldn't mistake…