★★★ + 🧡 = good movie
Thanks to that scene, this now has the distinction of being added to an extremely short list of movies that actually scared me. Haven’t had genuine chills since I watched Lake Mungo in 2018 (the rest of the list off the top: Inland Empire, Don’t Look Now, Lost Highway, REC, and if we’re going way back, The Exorcist and the American version of The Ring when I was like 10). I love horror, even found footage, but it’s very rare one moves…
“Isn't life difficult enough without mixing it up with memories?”
“I don't know. Mine don't go back far enough yet.”
Walsh masterfully weaves 5 movies in 1, so naturally that I’m tempted to call this slice of life, with emphasis on life and its logic; not to be confused with realism. There’s no worshipping of the mundane here, a trick lesser filmmakers like to pull to seem “true to life”. Walsh focuses on small details, yes, but small details that mean…
griffith uses alchemy to create a film that feels like waves rolling onto shore, slowly cycling in the same direction (forwards). the waves briefly halt in order to deliver an ending with such emotional force that it will never stop reverberating into cinema's future. with films like this being made in 1910, the potential of cinema remains far from known.
it’s pretty much futile to talk about the filmmaking here, as this is barely a movie. it exists to beat you numb with its message, and how it goes about doing this is almost irrelevant, because the images don’t lie. take away the movie and the message, and you are still left with these images. and they aren’t just graphic and disturbing; with them come a responsibility. because they aren’t someone’s opinion, they aren’t some political ideology, and once you’ve…