This G-rated film has no cannibalism in it, or any other gore, but this documentation of Americans and Europeans blissfully bumbling their way through Papau New Guinea in its own way as deeply savage as similarly-named counterparts. On one side you have tourists who want an "authentic experience", seemingly blissfully unaware of how their observed subject has already been changed not just by observation but by colonialism. On the other side, you have indigenous peoples who are fully entrenched in…
"We don't invent our natures."
Wasn't particularly grooving on the first twenty minutes. Hit pause, cleaned plates, returned to the first Lecter (or Lecktor) scene and from them on this fucker had me by the scruff of the neck. (Even though I would contend there is literally zero chance of any contemporary movie featuring this final scene and not being mocked by Film Twitter.)
Saw this weeks ago but been under NZ embargo, and suspect my reaction would be even more positive if I had written a review at the time and/or hadn't been worn down by the haters, who are legion and seem to take enormous pride in their position. I sincerely get that there are flaws in this film, and I have zero issue with someone filing their "not for me" review and moving on, but I also fully believe that there…
But having rated it five stars, I'm not sure if I ever want to do this to myself again. It was my first time in the theater, and I forgot that on my previous viewing at home I paused a couple times (toilet break, water). In the theater, there is no escape, and I seriously contemplated fleeing a couple times, just because I found the film so effectively anxiety-inducing.
ERASERHEAD is a miracle of sound design, of no-budget imagination, of…