Little Lebowski urban achiever
Andrea Arnold doesn't miss.
Grief must be wrestled with: the ensuing battle with have throes of violence, masochism and revelation, but every action taken to alleviate said grief, no matter how dark, will tend towards redemption.
She captures the tension of working classes spaces with such accuracy.
She floods her frames with details that could only be included by someone who has lived in the world she is depicting.
Arnold also handles the blocking and capturing of failed intimacy so brilliantly.
tormented, neglected macho fantasia contains nothing that holds weight and one of the most poorly written female characters i've ever had the displeasure of trying to suspend disbelief for.
Vincent Gallo might have been a great artist if he understood human behaviour beyond vignettes of a cursed nightmarish America abandoning its children