i didn't so much watch this as have it deep seeded into my subconscious. i woke feeling like i had dreamed it. lonely, icy, distant, & remote. then at the end, alone at night, on an abandoned road, where suddenly all the momentum of before - stops. familiar careens into stillness. movement is a blot. abruptly hung in a dark that will not lift for hours, maybe ever. suddenly terribly alone. where no amount of chasing will turn up what you're…

Sixty in September: 10/60

There are so many things to be fascinated by in this beautiful, wild movie, but two things really stick out to me. Obayashi talks about them in the interview on the Criterion materials:

One is the war and the atomic bombings. Obayashi is originally from Hiroshima. He says, quietly and candidly, that most his friends didn't survive the bombings, as a child. The second is Obayashi's sense of how children view and experience the world. He…

Hoop-Tober #14

Ana's spectral screams as she flows and dances like a ghoul in the subway. All I could do was cry at it, with her, for her. Some freeing thing and all the bindings too coming up as blood and spit. Woman spirit birthed up from the grave womb of the earth.

There are doppelgangers and spies and the shadow of the Wall and monsters and eyes. The man with pink socks. And it is so profoundly sad. It's…