That waitresses vs. saloon girls bare-fisted bar brawl is just about the greatest moment in all of cinema.
I’d been a little worried that this remake of my beloved Suspiria would be sort of wishy-washy and gauzily arty and disapponting. I am NOT disappointed. This movie just goes for it. I love the witchcraft dance sequences, the suggestion that Nazis are witches, those vicious witch shanks, the gore-tsunami finale and the lurking fear I now have that every modern dance performance I ever see is going to involve limb wrenching and people’s heads exploding.
I love the stylized femme violence and the chicken wing eating scene and especially that secret witch chamber behind the mirrors. The fever nightmare possession dream sequences. Tilda, Tilda, TILDA!
I really admire Alex Garland for making this his directorial debut. It's small in scale, but ambitious in its intensity and focus, and in how dark and negative it is about men, especially in relation to women.
I see this movie as an allegory for the internet and its treatment of women. As Adam Savage said in his wonderful story for The Moth, if the internet was a person, that person would have a serious problem with women. (themoth.org/posts/stories/talking-to-my-kids-about-sex-in-the-internet-age) In…
I watched the first half one night while very tired. When Andre was still going on and on about Grotowski 40 minutes in, I turned it off and went to bed.
Well, the second half was a LOT better, I'm so glad I finished it. The conversation focuses on pretty standard Buddhism-inspired ideas of mindfulness and awakening to one's life and not behaving like a zombie in a world full of unthinking and unaware people. But I really liked how…