Fuck me this was incredible. Aside from culminating in possibly the best "dream" sequence I have even seen on film, there's something so tangible here that I was hooked from first frame to last. I LOVE films about artists/writers/photographers, how they make their art, how that informs their lives, morals, attitudes. And when you add themes about sexuality, kinks (and kink shaming), the bourgeois, psychedelic visuals, insane fashions, a French love triangle... you are really speaking my language. The cinematography, focuses, angles, zooms, editing are just perfect, the performances are sharp and dangerous, the writing inquisitive and incisive. I breathed this all in. Loved it.
I don’t have a lot to say about this film except it has kind of destroyed me.
When a stocking was torn and a face crumpled, my heart broke in two. But the film wasn’t finished with me yet... The ending. Fuck. I’m still feeling dizzy from it.
Jane Fonda... I’ve never seen her like this before. She’s just perfect. Fuck. The direction, editing, photography, supporting cast, script, music.
Pure cinema. Masterpiece.
Gloriously freewheeling feeling anti-war film, one of the first to tackle successfully the consequences to those returning to the states from the Vietnam war. Jane Fonda is terrific and Jon Voight is sensational (I could almost forget how toxic his real life personna is whilst watching, I think the shaggy hair helps... yes, I did find him v attractive here, I know, I'm a monster). The way the soundtrack weaves through scenes is expertly done, really going to establish mood,…
"Talent and ambition. That's dead long ago, that's drowned!"
I'm so glad I watched this early on a Saturday morning and not late at night when I'm prone to anxiety and destructive thoughts, because this was a stunning depiction of alcoholism. Don's addiction, a spiral of shame and fear that feeds itself, is vivid, utterly believable, and superbly portrayed by Ray Milland. It's not a fun watch, but it is an engrossing one, with great supporting work from Jane Wyman…
You explore a new city with a friend you just made - maybe 'friend' is taking it too far since you've just met and in less than ideal circumstances, but for the moment it seems that you will be friends. You walk through cobbled streets, admire paintings, take in ancient sculptures, eat bread and cheese, drink wine from a box. You feel alive. You share tequila straight from the bottle. You share a cigarette even though you don't really smoke,…
"There you are."
There was a jump scare at the beginning where I literally screamed. A scene in a restaurant that traumatised me with its stunning brilliance.
This is now the definitive cinematic incarnation of The Invisible Man.
It's important and insanely clever and beautifully acted by Elisabeth Moss, and following the equally excellent Upgrade, proof if proof were needed that Leigh Whannell is a major talent. Also, fucking phenomenal ending.