"you'll never have me."
fuck me, that final minute features one of the most enriching uses of music I've ever experienced.
there's ultimately little point in attempting to further review what is probably the most widely-written-about film ever made by a human being (citation needed), especially when your mind is fried. not only do I have probably little else to offer other than the typical, incoherent slew of praise, interspersed with the occasional "holy fuck" for good measure, but I am genuinely left totally speechless.
the ultimate trip, indeed.
"Maybe all men got one big soul everybody's a part of, all faces are the same man."
This film is so beautiful that I tried to keep my eyes open whilst sneezing so that I wouldn't miss anything. I have so much to say about it and yet simultaneously feel lost for words.
Malick's profound meditation on the horrors of war is one of the most spiritual and moving I've ever born witness to, and for my third film by…
"My pain is sharp and constant, and I do not hope for a better world for anyone. In fact, I want my pain to be inflicted on others. I want no one to escape."
Christian Bale's performance, man. I see nothing but praise for it and yet I still find it to be criminally underappreciated. Bale's lethal, suave brilliance is what illuminates the intricately woven and blood-stained tapestry of sharp looks and sharper knives that is American Psycho. It is,…