Ha ha welp. Little too close to home in a few ways.
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
OK. So. Helena Howard is astounding. Get the obvious acknowledged first.
This speaks to the exploitation of mental illness remarkably well, especially through the lens of both “by adults of children” and the outlet through “performativity / the creative process,” which is very interesting, as well as the heady, immediate nature of adolescence and motherhood — that’s a lot of complicated threads to weave and it is very moving. But as someone who usually loves when films cut to the…
Gorgeous cinematography, to be sure, but wind and bleakness aren't ultimately compelling. We get it: their lives are repetitive and hopeless. The father is like the horse, okay. This is like the flip side of The Tree of Life, a sort of quantumly entangled counterpoint. Both films deal with man's place in the world, but Malick was concerned with how we ascribe meaning, and took faith from beauty, whereas Tarr strips away anything and everything. It's effective, in that I…