matt lynch’s review published on Letterboxd:
"Once, I brought a woman's head to a Chinese coffee shop."
just packed with lines like that. like THE ACT OF KILLING, i'm simply not capable of processing this rationally. Adam Curtis might label it something close to his "Oh Dearism", but it's so disarmingly, confrontationally personal -- you can just look into that motherfucker's eyes when he's saying that stuff -- that it appears, to me at least, entirely transcendent.