The film of a free man.
First re-watch in about 7, 8 years, so details were sketchy. Thinking throughout what people mean when they describe something as "Lynchian", which happens a whole lot. It's usually just anything which contains someone walking through an empty house set to a sub-aural rumble. But the director whose films I was most reminded of while watching this again was Hong Sang-soo, as both are masters of playing hide-and-seek with perspective and the inner conscious. The moment I realised I loved…
No central character.
No defined purpose for side characters.
No three acts.
No internal references.
No political polemical voice.
One of the best films ever made.