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“Through our eyes, the universe is perceiving itself. Through our ears, the universe is listening to its harmonies. We are the witnesses through which the universe becomes conscious of its glory, of its magnificence.”
- Alan Watts
Last night I watched Portrait: Werner Herzog and heard Herzog describe the influence romanticism has on his art. It comes through clearly here in his shots of the antarctic landscape, its sloping expanse the confluence of delicacy and chaotic indifference. To think that…
The Iron Giant is a time capsule of mid-century Americana as seen through the eyes of a child. The whole thing is so warm. Each frame is painted with ample golds, yellows, pinks, and oranges. Even the nightscapes are made to glow with stars and streetlights. It's Norman Rockwell-esque in style and the use of nostalgia as a spoonful of sugar to make accessible the sewn-in themes of lost innocence and Cold War anxiety.
The Giant himself is a sort…
The Works and Days is a time capsule.
Eight hours seems intimidating until you get lost in the sound of cicadas, the measured drip of snow melting off a roof, or the tenacious elasticity of a tree in wind. Then, it becomes easy to love.
Watched in one go (7 pm - 4 am) with brief intermissions in sync with the film’s chapters.
It's a movie about women's fear of men... directed by a man.
This did not sit right with me at all. I felt pretty early on that it was lacking a depth of understanding and that feeling carried all the way through. It has a similar structure to Midsommar, but what Midsommar did with its opening act gave weight to the rest of the film and came from somewhere in the soul. Men, instead, reads to me as though he…