No hay banda
No, let me latch onto this dream forever. I never want to wake up. Dream comes to life. Love returns and is recreated, happiness, laughter, tears, horror, bizarre figures and…midnight Silencio proceeding from thin air. Events have gone out of order, perception/identity is buried in a car crash and characters appear to be strangely artificial. What on earth is going on, expresso on napkin and tiny old people? Silencio, silencio...Il n'est pas de orquestra. A blue key…
Get out without the children
Come and See is technically harrowing in its representation of hell on earth, while granting an unforgettable, thrashing sensory experience. Elim Klimov’s artisanship drove his audience through one fiendishly nightmarish journey, a black-holed purgatory, and never returned. Drag yourself out of the sooty bog and try scouring off countless dark smudges of monstrosities, only to find out that nothing really comes off. The unflinchingly horrific realism is told with a grimy, numbing bluntness. Powerless. Arms…
Interlinked...
Behold the spectacle, ladies and gentlemen, the sun will no longer rise. Citizens are luridly dressed, broke, wet and contemptuously presented. Goodness doesn’t seem to show itself in the substandard cyberpunky megalopolis. Meanwhile far away, Elvis’s Can’t Help Falling In Love is playing in broken intervals and punches are jarringly interrupted - I decided to re-watch some cool bits and parts but ended up finishing the whole film. Depression hits home again. What makes a person human? What is…
Hang me, oh hang me
I'll be dead and gone
Hang me, oh hang me
I'll be dead and gone
Wouldn't mind the hanging
But the layin' in a grave so long, poor boy
I been all around this world
It felt so freezing cold and anyone without adequate shelter or warmth would possibly not make it through. A folk singer with his old Gibson guitar gently weeping a few verses of “Hang me, Oh Hang Me”. He gazes at…
