Watched over a few days - Series is really good, Michael Gambon is brilliant and horrible.
If I had a top 5 this would be in it, when I feel shit this is one of a select few films I go to. I love Sofia Coppola, I love this film. A film set in a city I’ve never been to but a place where I always am... I feel this on profound levels.
The best thing in this life is an awkward Bill Murray in a strip club as Peaches plays loudly.
Czech nihilism, misanthropy and isolation of the soul. Loneliness and the eventual descent into madness, mental illness and the consequences of lashing outwards. Spiritual self immolation and devotion to solitude. A certain movie that gets today’s headlines explores much of the above but doesn’t cover these themes half as well as I, Olga. Perhaps a frank discussion about what we see, how and importantly why will be had one day. Though not flawless, I, Olga is a poetic exploration of…