Decent trial run for Heat.
Did not finish. Whether that was because the streaming quality was becoming increasingly abysmal, or because it seemed at one hour in that Greenaway was relying on self-indulgent shock value with no purpose to it, or a combination thereof, I decided my time would be better spent elsewhere.
I'm this far behind (two weeks) logging films at Letterboxd, because of Boyhood. I've spent over a week reading positive and negative reviews, trying to pinpoint exactly why the film failed to completely work for me. I liked parts of it - mostly the parts when Mason was a child; but as a whole the film failed to engage me, and I never cared about any of the characters.
Naturally, I am surprised at my lack of enthusiasm for Boyhood,…
"What do you do? It's such a stupid question. I thought I'd ask it."
"What do you do?"
"That's such a stupid question. Just kidding. Um, it's kinda hard to explain."
"Because what you do is complicated?"
"Uh, because I don't really do it."
I can't help it; I adore this film. There's no other film I've seen that depicts the challenges of a young artist adjusting to living on their own as hilariously, poignantly, and accurately as Frances…