I've never seen Ragú sauce play such a heartbreaking role in a movie before.
Watched with mom.
Title becomes evident during the second half, but that doesn't ruin the case. I'm setting a reminder that a story does not have to be cliched, but what matters is that how it should work. And this film does a good case.
Powerful last 40 minutes. Truly what to expect, while making me clearly emphatic.
Holy shit this is the perfect description of masculine ecstasy I've ever spotted on film. Everything is on point: the lengthy buildup with the dressing and bike repairing, the fitting selection of early 60s hits, and the downward submersion into ballsy chaos.
Gives Anger a good reputation for its last name.
Recommended by Spookler on the Metropolis Roulette.
I went to a controversial talk about rape before and became humiliated by myself after misunderstanding the consequences of the act.
Closely while thinking about it, I truly imagined Irreversible was about the annihilation caused by sexual violence and one of the better attempts at giving an ideology of a crime. The movie opens with the climaxing point as part of the obvious narrative of the film. It decreases before coming back with…