The art of pulp. Amusement ride cinema of a higher order.
A wounded man searching for healing through a woman's kisses, but falling asleep before anything else happens: Spielberg's child man heroes in a nutshell for you.
The art of pulp. Amusement ride cinema of a higher order.
A wounded man searching for healing through a woman's kisses, but falling asleep before anything else happens: Spielberg's child man heroes in a nutshell for you.
"Schwer zu sagen, in welchem Idiom die radikalste Verurteilung unseres Lebens in »A.I.« stattfindet, im kubrickianischen oder im spielbergianischen. Abgesehen davon, daß schon die Brüche zwischen beiden so weh tun, wie es im richtigen Leben die Brüche zwischen dem Denken und dem Fühlen manchmal tun. Das ist ein großer, ein verrückter, ein wahrer Film."
Georg Seeßlen
'Nuff said!
One of the great moments in cinephilia: when you rewatch after many years a film that you completely knew by heart so long ago that back then not only the usual way of discovering films was from your step-father's VHS-TV-recordings but also you neither knew nor cared for who Brian De Palma was because the names of the directors of the films you loved were of no importance whatsoever to you, and you now realize that everything you once admired…
Proves two things to me: that Cinema is pure joy and happiness and that it's a relic of the last century.
But I'm so flashed by this three hour joy ride that I can't even feel melancholia about the latter right now.
Not all is lost yet.