Direction - ★★★★½
Acting - ★★★★★
Writing - ★★★★★
Cinematography - ★★★★★
Music/Score - ★★★★
Editing - ★★★★★
Sound - ★★★★★
"Brandon, es Sissy.
Necesito hablar contigo.
Por favor, contesta el maldito teléfono.
Brandon, te necesito.
No somos malas personas, solo venimos de un mal lugar...
Gracias por permitir que me quedara."
"Look: the sex is all mechanical and devoid of any human emotion! GEDDIT!?!?"
The characters are cartoons, their actions are ridiculous; I can't relate/empathize to any of this. The movie is nicely shot, I like Fassbender. That's about it.
Didn't go nearly far enough in my opinion. I was supposed to see how completely life ruining Brandon's lifestyle is, but he seemed bored more than anything.
One could argue that Steve McQueen's direction and Sean Bobbitt's cinematography are the stars of Shame, but it is truly Michael Fassbender's performance as Brandon that makes Shame such an effective portrayal of addiction. So much is said in Shame through just faces and camera angles, rather than the minimal amount of dialogue. Brandon's fixation with immediate satisfaction rather than long term emotional/intimate relationships comes in direct conflict of the film's contemplative direction creating an entirely enthralling and mesmerizing experience.
Sex isn't depicted so much so erotic in Shame, but rather as how an addictive substance is typically portrayed. Dangerous, painful, and blinding.
Superb lead performances and frank, slick direction lift yet a bloody another "addiction is bad, m-kay" script out of the doldrums. It's worth seeing for Fassbender especially and has lots of strengths but it's about as illuminating as a three-day old glowstick.
Tough to watch at times and overall gut wrenching. I don't know how accurately this addiction is portrayed, but it certainly left me shaken. I haven't watched a film that left me feeling so disoriented and so sad since Requiem for a Dream.
This Letterbox'd log serves to kill two birds with one stone.
Firstly, by marking the date I finally got around to seeing Steve McQueen and Michael Fassbander's harrowing tale of sex addiction, and secondly by acknowledging the shame I feel as a result of completely neglecting the Letterbox'd community for the better part of the summer! In fact, according to my profile, I haven't logged a film in over two months.
I'm sorry, friends and fellow lovers of cinema. I've…