One of those films that doesn’t proclaim its greatness until it’s finished, crept up on me after the fact. The lingering sadness after the party, the overcast cinematography, the way they part.
“It was late, late in the evening,
The lovers they were gone;
The clocks had ceased their chiming,
And the deep river ran on.”
Some films are mirrors, documents of how we change. Oh how I once loved this film and related to it so much, what once seemed like open hearted adventure and truth seems now almost naive and unaware. A certain tentative hope and open vulnerability flashes across her face but never again in the sequels. You cannot…
“We can express our feelings regarding the world around us either by poetic or by descriptive means. I prefer to express myself metaphorically. Let me stress: metaphorically, not symbolically. A symbol contains within itself a definite meaning, certain intellectual formula, while metaphor is an image. An image possessing the same distinguishing features as the world it represents. An image — as opposed to a symbol — is indefinite in meaning. One cannot speak of the infinite world by applying tools…
Nolan films tend to bludgeon, they lack lightness, thats not necessarily a bad thing if applied to the right material, he is good with grounded technical subjects; thats his forte. But when he wants to get into the more abstract, or poetic, or dream like, he's not as effective. Its why Inception to me did not work; dreams tend to have a light, more transparent, abstract quality, Nolans style is the opposite of that. I also find that lot of…