These are the greatest films I have ever seen.
I will update as any that are worthy pass my eyes.…
20,000 Days on Earth
A semi-fictionalized documentary about a day in the life of Australian musician Nick Cave's persona.
Came in with no real relationship to Nick Cave or his music and loved this trip... It doesn't exactly enter F FOR FAKE territory, but it's just contrived and calibrated enough, with Cave openly musing about his fascination with narratives and instinctive need to embellish his own experiences, that it wouldn't shock me to learn that the "documentary's" only bit of truth – so far as these things go – is what I came in already knowing: Cave is a fringe rock star who spends a lot of time writing and recording songs. Maybe he doesn't live in Brighton, isn't married to a (stunning) woman named Suzie, doesn't have twin boys, doesn't see a therapist, and there's no team of…
"I am transforming, I am vibrating - I'm glowing - I'm flying! Look at me now!"
I used to suffer from Seasonal Affective Disorder. It's much better now - I'm miserable all the year round these days - and one of the ways I used to get it under control was to take photos and videos of grey, rainy skies. If I could take the weather that was troubling me and turn it into a matter of exposure lengths and f-stops, I could control it.
One of the many, many, many revelations of Jane Pollard and Iain Forsyth's new film about Nick Cave is that he used to do the same thing. Although Cave never struck me as the sort…
Nick Cave plays Nick Cave in a 'documentary' that at times seems to encompass larger cinematic proportions than you would typically associate with the genre. The film is presented as his 20,000 day alive since birth, 24 hours in the life of an artist, a husband, a Dad, a dreamer, a realist and a middle-age man living in Brighton. To call this a documentary is not really true in the strictest sense, regularly drifting into the fictional realm so often inhabited by its subjects songs.
Certainly if you are turned on by the idea of delving into an artists creative process, being taken into the confusing, restless mind that attempts to make sense of their life and world around them…
Memories don’t matter so much to me for I often tend to recall the bad ones: those in which I did something embarrassing or which are dominated by disappointment. Not that I am unhappy about the things I do, it’s just that the good ones fade much faster. Watching a guy recall his memories therefore doesn’t appeal to me as a concept for a ‘documentary’, especially since I’m not a Nick Cave fan per se, although this film fortunately centred on his latest album - Push the Sky Away - that I’ve acquainted more than the rest of his back catalogue. There way too much semi-philosophical mumbling that may work for his spoken-words style of song writing, but which, as…
When I talk about editing as a creative art form, I'm thinking of things like showing Nick Cave kicking the air, then cutting in mid-movement to his younger self completing the same move. Poetry, commentary and emotion in one cut.
This is still brilliant.
A biopic/documentary on writer/singer/actor/performer/Bad Seed Nick Cave was never going to be ordinary. Not in his hands.
To be fair actually, massive credit on this endlessly fascinating insight into the (20,000th) day of a hard-working and much-adored artist goes to the writing and directing team of Iain Forsyth and Jane Pollard. Having worked with the Bad Seeds before, they are allowed unusual access into the recording of the latest album PUSH THE SKY AWAY as they get the ball rolling on a film about its enigmatically intense frontman Nick Cave.
But the cameras start rolling on his alarm clock and him waking up in bed with his wife Suzie to go about his day. We'll not see much of her…
5 stars for Nick Cave always. The ending makes me want to conquer the world.
There are few people in the world who can get away with creating something this self-indulgent. Nick Cave is apparently one of them.
Completely NickCavey, virtually flawless, but seemed to me to lose speed at the end. Very powerful beginning.
Kaut kad ar "The Boatman's Call" beidzu aktīvi klausīties Keivu. Nevis tāpēc, ka nepatiktu, bet kaut kā vairs neprasījās. Ne tā, ka nemaz, bet katrā gadījumā nedrillēju viņa kasetes tik bieži kā pirms tam.
Pēc kāda laika atkal klausījos viņa jaunākos ierakstus. Bija interesanti, bet tā līdz kaulam vair neņēma.
Tapēc arī šis gabals liekas tāds Keiva kārtējais uznāciens, kur šis it kā atklāts un patiess, bet tu zini, ka tāds viņš nemaz nav. Jo viņa dziesmās viņš vienmēr ir kāds cits. Un grāmatās arī. Vienkārši aktieris, kurš spēlē visādus dzīves pabērnus no rokenrola tumšākā kakta.
It kā forši, bet, tajā pašā laikā, tāds mazliet meh...
Es labāk iegriežu grīdā jebko līdz "The Boatman's Call" ...
Beautiful film, beautiful music. No doubt.
It's like Locke, Zodiac, and Inside the Actor's Studio conceived a child during a three-way.
A sumptuous documentary that explores the mind of Nick Cave. Admittadely I haven't engaged in any of Cave's music, but as with any good documentary this doesn't matter.
"Counterpoint", he says, is the key to song writing. Placing desperate things together.
I love the way he talks about collaboration. To create something entirely alone, as per the creative process, but then hand this over to another. Letting them add, subtract, manipulate - this gives way to the unique.
The conversations about his dad; the Brighton weather; the weather diaries; the enthralling mundanity of the writing process.
And then on a cinematic level: the editing, sounds, and cinematography. All emblematic of the quietly haunting aspects of his music. Safe to say I enjoyed it.
Rest in peace, Arthur Cave.
There's a strong chance that my interest/obsession with music can be directly blamed on Nick Cave, an artist whose genius remains unusually obscure, even as similar figures like Tom Waits have for all intents and purposes entered the mainstream. I will always count Cave's Abattoir Blues / Lyre of Orpheus in same category as the tried-and-true masterpieces of rock, the Revolvers, Exiles on Main Street and Highways 61.
Cave is an Australian whose closest collaborator is German. He used to live in Brazil and his music reflects a passion for the gothic mystique of the Southern United States. He is in love with the abstract and unreal; watch how he compares his wife's beauty to…
You enjoy this film so much more if you've ever lived in Brighton.
These are the greatest films I have ever seen.
Here's the other list I published at the same time:
100 Highest Rated Entries on Letterboxd Directed by Women.
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