how sweet it is
i can only hope to remember or be remembered in this way when i grow old
collectivism idealized and literally pitted against colonialism in an exploitation film. braxploitation? it’s so good.
also the perfect anti-technocracy film in that it simply never gives an inch to modern technology. it refuses to acknowledge the instruments of that force. you don’t even know why anything happens in here, it doesn’t matter. (they’re no luddites themselves, they just make their own decisions about what they adopt. this is not unlike how the amish adopt tech from what i’ve heard)
the most confusing thing is that they spend the whole movie talking about this deadlocked vote in the house of lords and they never tell you what the hell they were voting for or why it matters. the mother ends up being a side plot for a similar political issue but the two never connect?
Look, Bennie. It's just a problem with the races, that's all.
i love to see this version of new york. it feels so lived in. everyone seems like they belong there, even when they don't. racism present just as a matter of fact, not as a museum exhibit.
it's my first cassavetes, already i understand the hype
happy 25 yr anniversary to the first wong kar wai film i saw at a random local film festival showing, not knowing i would think about it all the time ever after.
in retrospect, it's not the best of his filmography, but it's more than enough to introduce me to his brand of yearning and cool.