Letterboxing into the void
Movies hurt me
A meditative, evocative, symbolically rich text on the mysteries of existence and the universe; identity and recollection; humanity and the reverberations we both feel and leave behind. A haunting, existential quality, expressed in hushed and oblique tones, is also driven by a particular part of the soundscape that serves as the main thrust of the film. Joe’s sure hand guides in these moments of quiet and stillness, nobody captures humans invasion of nature quite like he does. Which fits neatly…
Funniest scene of the year gotta be young Spielberg sifting through all the camp footage like its the Zapruder film to find out if Seth Rogen fucked his mom or not.