I don’t get it. (Except for the swastika table which is a Mel Brooks level gag).
Patrick Dewaere's untimely death is hard to ignore when you're watching this film, about a skinny, hypertense, delusional man who seems to be operating in a world of his own right from the extraordinary opening scene where he acts out an entire Hollywood movie all alone in a desolate outer-Paris car park.
There's never been a better adaptation of Jim Thompson's novels, because nobody has ever been able to embody the dual nature of Thompson's protagonists - on the one…
A dizzyingly sad, funny, overwhelmingly beautiful short film that manages to contain almost every fear imaginable about what the future of humanity might bring inside a brief fifteen minute running time. I've only watched this once but will be watching it repeatedly, not just to delve into its mysteries but to enjoy the journey. What you'll only get one time, though, is the jaw-dropping horror of the final moments. I shouted at the screen when *the thing* happened. Then the…