Burning ★★★★★

This movie is a revolving door of illusive metaphors. What I love is that these metaphors exist by way of disappearance acts told by a stuck writer who would rather go use the bathroom than explain what a metaphor is. The pantomime act of eating an orange - convincing yourself that it’s real in order to make what you’re doing feel real - prefaces a series of events that follow memories that you can’t be sure are actually true. It’s psychologically unsettling, like the aptly mentioned author William Faulkner. This pursuit of invisible meanings also creates a profound statement regarding class and privilege. The invisible charade of being a modern day “Gatsby” creates a divide between people filled with mystery, deceipt, and dread - yet, it’s not real. The only thing that is true about that is the way people respond. 

The performances, the blurry in and out slow pans, the dream sequences, and the empty space make this movie more than just a hot ticket title of the year: this is a future classic of this era of cinema.