I'm wondering if Argento's entire career was radically challenging our notions of violence, bent on evoking a beauty, forgoing the inherent dissonance and embracing strict formal regimen. While films that don't ignite an analytical need do tire on me, this imposing feeding of constant atmospheric tensions through the most unique of textures (the score undoubtedly living up to its notoriety) was pretty damn engaging.
Loneliness as consequence, but not completely at the fault of our characters. They perpetuate the state, finding comfort in a sorrow that gets to be theirs, yet Perry offers some hope that these attitudes are not an end all be all infliction of conservative structures.
I'd love it if the world's dialect was Alex Ross Perry.
It’s rare to see a postmodernist perspective on the superhero film culture, a culture so deeply rooted in the traditions of a mindset rooted in escapism - a response to a world in the midsts of pre-nuclear wars. Comic book films have been so pre-occupied with capturing the essence of thematics contained within the source material that, while a substantial amount of the particulars are certainly relevant, there has been no attempt to transform our perceptions of such historically grandiose…
This film is fulfilment. Of the ideas covered by Tarkovsky, this film covers fulfilment. The Room is the truth. Something incomprehensible. Which is why it has never worked. Which is why those who confide in it cannot find happiness.
The rest of this will be describing the personal impact this film has on me.
This brought me back to my childhood. This brought me back to the conflict I contanstly had with my father. Our perceptions on what it is…