I love old Bogart movies, but this one has a little more to offer. I cried watching this, not at a climactic moment, but little by little as the tension escalated up to the unexpected final moment. Never have I seen a film from this era take such a natural view of egotistical violence. Rather than sensationalize sexuality and passion, In A Lonely Place speaks candidly of insecurity and the necessity of trust in a loving relationship. It remains relevant in it’s portrayal of a dark, desirous heart and the destruction it‘s capable of unrestrained.
One critique of contemporary mainstream cinema is that movies of the current era cannot or will not depict desire. Superhero blockbusters lack any real emotional depth or deeper motivation. 80s reboots lack the gritty pathos that defined the originals. Even auteur films such as Yorgos Lanthimos’ The Lobster or David Lowery’s Green Knight left me cold due to their shallow depiction of human love and desire.
Miranda July is frequently derided by critics as being a quirky New Age performance…