My affection for this film is likely to be a series of scribbles on yellow paper tucked into a suitcase on my way to New York sometime in the near future.
fitz Fitz FITZ you fucking madman! You genius art throb who trembles with impatience to see opera being performed live in the Amazon jungle. I mean this isn't even YOUR art, this story is about you being the harbinger of an art form. To what vain extent does this film align with Herzog's own maddening vision to do this production entirely on location. God, you're talking about a hauling a 200-ton steam-powered ship up a fucking mountain, when the original…
Have you ever witnessed or experienced racial tokenism? A sensation that your exotic nature as a foreigner to a white person is seen as an opportunity to "add value" to their idea of craft?
Well, if you haven't and are looking, seek no further than Colossal. A film that initially demanded my respect for its incredibly low budget and mashing up of the Kaiju genre with depictions of battling personal demons.
The central character, Gloria is a seemingly well-off New…
I certainly will never show my mother this film.
The Babadook is startlingly effective as a rather conventional horror film that veers into psychologically manipulative territory. By weaving in various themes of grief, alienation and motherhood, it uses these building blocks to make the horror more subversive and unsettling rather than exploiting shock value. To its credit as well, the reveal of the so-called "Babadook" is restrained and aptly relies on the viewer's imagination to elevate the terror.