The fact that the film adaptation of Persepolis is, as far as I can tell, the most popular 'Iranian' cultural object in the United States at the moment is disappointing, fine film though it is. Its main cultural statement is, to quote Love Simon’s opening lines, "I’m just like you", though here intended to comfort Western moviegoers moreso than straight ones. I don’t doubt Satrapi and company’s sincerity here, nor do I oppose the telling of her exceptional story. I’m…
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
"There's a man following you."
"No, uh...it's not me."
It's been said the cruelest sleight-of-hand Hitchcock ever pulled on the American public was turning a beloved movie star like Jimmy Stewart into a damaged, domineering wretch like Scottie Ferguson. The cruelest and funniest prank De Palma ever pulled was recasting the role of Scottie Ferguson with Craig Wasson. Wasson is to Stewart what Body Double is to Vertigo, and what De Palma's L.A. is to Hitchcock's San Francisco;…
Not a dream, like the rest of Lynch's work, but an alternate reality.
Its dream logic is continually put at odds with explanation, with high-def digital photography, with slow, deliberate rhythms; documentary always seeping through (Frost vs. Lynch?). As Miriam Bale says, it's Kansas and Oz at the same time. And the series is also an alternate reality in the sense of the complete, obsessive immersion it asks of the viewer. The only non-Lynch predecessors that come to mind are…