A searing portrait of how we process grief in the wake of tragedy. Jeon Do-yeon’s lead performance is devestatingly complex. Though difficult to sympathize with at times, she somehow remains compelling throughout the two and a half hour runtime.
Masterpiece. Paul Schrader has captured post-Trump malaise better than any film I’ve seen since the election, whether intentional or not. In the climate we find ourselves in the observant are often burdened by a toxic amount of uncertainty and anger. With this in mind Schrader asks, How is it we try and justify the notion of hope when you can’t ignore the chaos in front and ahead of us? Heavy but necessary.
PTA’s commentary track - when’s the last time he had a commentary track for anything? - on the film's camera tests made me think of film school. How I had a loose grasp, at most, of lighting & lenses, camera settings. I knew how I wanted something to look but couldn’t quite get the technical side down. “Hey uhh do I adjust the ISO or the f-stop here?” “Does this look okay?” One time I submitted a low light assignment and…