Balls to the fucking wall. Cinema damn near peaked with this one.
Be careful what you wish for... or dream for, for that matter.
Doris Wishman utilizes female fantasies for better and for worse (mostly for worse) to drive the vignette-like paper thin story to come to life in a sleazy and cheap sexploitation melodrama. There's something really alluring about low-brow, dingy, underground films from the 50s and 60s. It feels taboo and immoral, rebellious and sinful, and yet exclusive to the niche group of weirdos and outliers who seek them out.…
Scary? not the scary you're thinking of.
Once you get the metaphor, the message is straight forward. But it doesn't bash you over the head with it (unlike what some people think). Aronofsky is just telling it as it is, through his own interpretation of the story. I think it's quite brilliant, the way he pulled it off.
I would like to Highly Recommend this film, but it…
I wish that I was alive when Star Wars, directed by George Lucas, hit theaters. It was a completely original, special effects heavy B-movie that took everyone by surprise. A commercial success. The people's choice. A movie for everyone, old or young, with no strings attached...
That will never, ever happen again.
Whether it be today, tomorrow, or as long as we travel the path that we're currently on in the verse of cinema. That will never happen again.