I just can’t get the title out of my head.
Sleep has her House. Sleep has HER house. HER house. HER.
Like, just categorizing the process of slowly going through a necessary deprivation of your own senses as something inherently female is a lot to me.
The house being obviously the world around us. But of course, not just Earth, in Barley's images, is also the universe. You just don’t shoot the night sky and expose it over the shadow…
When Godard was in the Dick Cavett show, he analyzed a moment from his at the time most recent film Every Man For Himself: a couple starts fighting, but Godard uses slow mo while a erratic sound overwhelmed over the images, creating a sort of dissonance that, in Godard's words, reflect the nature of said relationship. In the sequence, this couple are having a violent act, but in the brevity of said sequence Godard wants you to reflect on the…
I find the romantic ideal of the poor being the more “close to Earth” than all of us peasants and their struggle being just part of their spiritual journey to self enlightenment more repulsive with each new entry of these indie darlings in the wave of vague anti capitalist narratives that do everything in their power to make you believe that a company like Amazon actually care about its workers.
But what did you expect from someone who takes the…
