Synopsis
A mob's punishment of a lone man proves cruel and unusual.
2019 Directed by Jonathan Glazer
A mob's punishment of a lone man proves cruel and unusual.
The strangers in your dreams never have faces. If what you see in your sleep is a molten stew of memories that your mind is pooling together however it can, it would stand to reason that the unconscious brain doesn’t have the ability to create new people. It’s more a feverish act of consolidation than anything else; imagine an editor trying to make sense of a million random dailies on a 10-second deadline and doing their best to string together a semi-coherent narrative from the mess of raw footage that’s been dumped in their lap.
Sometimes your brain knows exactly who to cast in the story it’s projecting back at you, but when the ensemble grows too large — when…
Hoop-tober, #29:
A man or, better yet, a symbol, hides in a tree holding on for dear life. Naturally, we sympathize with this symbol due to its condition. It is only after the symbol is brought down to the ground, and then placed in a "dormant" state far below the ground, that we consider this man, this symbol -- this ideology -- may be representative of opposite what we thought, and its potential rise back to the surface could be an apocalyptically devastatingly affair. If one doesn't bury a body completely, it has all the likelihood in the world to dig its way out from the subterranean basement of sectarianism.
creepy little short with two very striking images (one of which is obviously the poster), a bunch of terrifying masks and one very, very long noose. too simple and vague to get much more out of it than mood tho so im gonna need jon to hurry up and drop the next feature
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A void forever entrapped, lingering for decades forward and past, and we're stuck trying to climb out of it.
Anything can be horror. Even a bunch of fucked up guys in scary masks doing awful things in the woods at night.
I had assumed that, when this era gets its Ghostwatch moment, it would be on social media or something else more modern, rather than fusty old television. I had reckoned without Jonathan Glazer, back once again to shit up your braincage. On Sunday 27th October, at ten o'clock, his new short aired. There was no announcement, no listings in the weekend TV guide, no credits at the end. It was simply aired, in a slot where you'd normally expect Katherine Ryan cracking wise in the first five minutes of Live at the Apollo. And it went just great!
The Fall is a short allegory about intolerance, made by a director who is about to start making a film set in…
the director of Under the Skin made a short film featuring people with masks on and he didn't call it Over the Skin? pathetic
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-me, watching that one shot of the rope twirling round the wooden arch
Clearly Jonathan Glazer is going through a phase as a Harmony Korine wannabe. The masked psychos remind me of Umshini Wam and instead of Trash Humpers, we get some tree humping. The stunning cinematography by Tom Debenham proved that all that glitters is not gold. Stylized psychosis isn't my thing - unless we're talking about an Andrzej Wajda film. Which watching one right now seems like a very good idea.