hello everyone, i’m officially back up and running!
these last couple months i’ve been inactive due to private familial affairs that i don’t have the vigour to openly chatter or discuss about. because of these issues, i unfortunately spiralled into a deep depression and started repeating damaging and self-destructive vices i’m very disconsolate and ashamed about. i’m so very grateful for all the love and support i’ve received by the time i got back and i thank each and everyone…
what am i supposed to say?
seriously, what am i supposed to write?
this is the film most important to me, the film that made me understand the formidable medium that is cinema. this is one of few films that left me with genuine and unadulterated exhaustion.
it’s a strenuous, stressful optical extravaganza of galactical scope. it gently lays you down, then forcefully and throbbingly cuts your chest open, rips your heart out, and stomps on it repeatedly. although by…
transcendent, engulfing imagery of the beautiful sky glazed with a particularised, detailed blurry colour pallet brush the night-city-scapes with artistic precision. the rehearse poetic tone is as potent and dynamic as ever. and with its elegiac, metrical writing Seance of the Past firmly asserts its status as a short-must-watch! —— also, feel free to check out the film through the review of the creator herself, adelaide!
a finding of solace amidst layers of destruction and demise. a dismaying piece of art unflagging to maintain the viewer’s interest, as it attempts to blur the line between reality and fiction.
the entire narrative of ‘Life, and Nothing More…’ revolves around a protracted automobile trip that ends up showing the resiliency of the earthquake survivors. the journey of the father and son is not presented as a march towards a specific end but is more of an examination of…
disclaimer: listen, i know i should be watching Malick’s ‘A Hidden Life’ right now, but i bought The Koker Trilogy on DVD and i have to watch it. i’ll get back to my marathon right after.
as we explore byways, crosscuts, routs and streets we’ve never beheld in our lives, we meet people who say things. we try and ask around about our friend, but no answer. we have clues and conversations, but non of them lead to our friend,…
