Ritual ★★★★

”are we still dreaming a dream?”

(begins with inhuman (but almost organic) churning machinery at the outskirts of an urban space)
watching this feels like two hours of gasping for air; an excess of style to cover up the enervation of a human soul. on exploiting another’s loneliness to reassure your own. the explicit body horror of Evangelion’s vision of machine-human hybridity is traded in for a subtler dependence, warmth and humanity emerging from indifferent urban architecture and discarded consumer technology. so startlingly committed to understanding (but not passively accepting) the maladaptations of its female lead that it achieves an uncomfortable intimacy and emotional fervor that even something as monumental as End of Evangelion can’t approach. i don’t want to die anymore