There's so much great and trash cinema out there and I want to see most of it
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
Warning: The following review contains spoilers and is extremely long, featuring an intensive analysis of the film, rambling rants about the sequel trilogy, and a heavy stream of consciousness. Please read at your own discretion and time.
Oh boy, where to begin?
From the very opening, it is clear how much of a mess this film is. After hastily introducing complex narrative developments in a brief title crawl that raises more questions than the film can properly answer, the action…
Every once in a while, I witness a film that leaves a lasting impression that resonates in my mind and soul far beyond the couple hours spent in front of a screen and makes me rethink my life's purpose and my place in the universe. On the Silver Globe is one of those rare films, a transcendent piece of cinema that defies its own form of image and sound, a deeply profound spiritual experience that is both human yet something…
I like the "accidental adventure" angle to this but this is definitely weaker than Raiders and lacks its predecessor's powerful sense of storytelling. The sensational, exotic bits like the banquet scene and cult ritual really age this but to be honest I think that works because this feels so much like a film of the past, even though the motives aren't well intentioned. I'm tempted to see this as almost a big-budget exploitation flick with the occult and human sacrifice…
So I've seen these films in parts on TV a bunch of times before but never in one sitting, so I'm finally "officially" watching them now that I own them (I bought the boxset from Scarecrow like a year and a half ago and now I'm finally getting to them...)
Anyways, now that I've finally watched Raiders all the way through, I'm confident to say that this is easily Spielberg's best film. It's one of those films where there's so…
Why'd ya spill yer beans?
A delirious trip of a film that evokes a sense of time and place just as much as it crafts a distorting temporal and spatial setting. Pattinson and Defoe are both captivating, the latter in particular delivering deliciously stormy monologues and drunken sailor's tales. The black and white cinematography in its square ratio is nothing short of stunning-the film looks as old as it feels. At its most surreal, the film crafts potent images of…
Just saw a rough cut screening of this. Withholding a proper review and rating until I see a final cut.
So proud of my friend Nello for making this. A few months ago when I told him I saw a restoration of Paris, Texas at the BFI, he told me I was living his dream. No, it's the other way around. He's living the real dream, making a proper feature film, a genuine passion project. It feels so strange adding one of his films on Letterboxd. Hopefully the first of many...