What was supposed to be a life-affirming palette cleanse turned into one of the most devastating experiences this side of Grave of the Fireflies. Yet unlike GOTF’s gut-punching misery, This Corner of the World keeps finding new reasons to wake up in the morning, to smile, to wonder, to hope and to dream.
Don’t think for a second, however, that such optimism will spare you the horror of reality. I was not prepared for the imagery in this film. A particularly tragic…
Can you IMAGINE if we got more than 15 minutes of Gary Oldman in this movie?
Seriously love all the fades to black.
Some of these Buckbeack shots were seriously LIT, yo. That’s a VFX joke. Please clap.
I hate the British! You are defeated but you have no shame. You are stubborn but you have no pride. You endure but you have no courage. I hate the British!
This is only the second David Lean film I’ve seen. And I’m wrecked. Lean’s penchant for using physical landscape and set pieces to measure human emotion, and tragedy, is simply staggering.
There are no winners in war. Only widows.
As emotionally engaging as Gosling’s bored expression. And that’s not hyperbole. Refn clearly forbade the man from using any mimetic muscles in his performance. But that’s ok. Because look at that evocative lighting. And all that color. And by color I mean blood. And by blood I mean people being terrible to each other. That’s art, baby!
Can you imagine living in that gorgeous, sprawling apartment, and still having to do laundry in the basement?!
Ok seriously this movie freaked me the eff out. That scrabble scene had me hiding under the blanket just waiting for the letters to spell SATAN SIXSIXSIX 🙈
