Quite possibly the most important piece of cinema in my life.
Through middle and high school, I'd obsessively watch movies. Whichever ones I could get my hands on. I made, probably, thousands of lists now lost to old journals and word docs that I can't return to. Thank god Dylan at that age didn't have Letterboxd to augment that obsession, I might've held the record on LB for most lists on the site.
There was a problem with me binging…
An enigmatic thrill ride so emotional and so involved
that with every watch I can’t help but to be enthralled.
Silencio…
My friends who I watched it with want to know why Irene and her husband at the end were so small so if anyone can get me that info that’s be greaaaaat.
While this film might not be technically evoking the visceral experience of what a dream is like...I can't help think that this silly and strange and funny tale is as magical as almost any wonderful dream I've ever had. Very strange to me this isn't considered one of the best of The Archers' careers. I wish I could live in this tale of Cantebury forever.
A similar emotional reaction to be sitting with a grandparent on their final day on…
A radio, a flashlight, a picture, a knife, a voice recorder, a school uniform. This film is so detailed that even objects in this movie have arcs. Characters have arcs in arcs. Multiple arcs overlap and play out at the same time. Basically every character has an arc to some penance or redemption. It somehow feels too big to be kept to only four hours but at the same token shouldn’t be any longer. Idk if you could make a…
A movie so hilarious and stressful it gets to a point of shard left turn into like straight up horror movie vibes and I feel my small intestine start to wiggle around my belly like a parasitic leach that are eating my skin from the inside out and at a certain point I’m just sweating and laughing and cringing at everything and beginning to lose my goddamn mind and struggling to hold my composure and start thinking about panic attacks…
