You know those lightning-in-a-bottle moments that happen every so often when you're watching a film? The feeling that you've witnessed something so rare, so special, that it takes you to a transcendental plane of consciousness? Well, Stop Making Sense is that, non-stop for 88 minutes, and stays that way every time I watch it.
I guess my favourite band is The Beatles (boring, I know), but Talking Heads is the answer I'm more likely to give if you ask me…
Ain't about how fast I get there
Ain't about what's waiting on the other side
It's the climb (yeah)
- Miley Cyrus
I am afraid to shut my eyes because I don’t want to miss anything. I am afraid to shut my eyes because I don’t want to be in the dark, all alone.
A friend of mine once told me about a vision he would often have when he was younger. Sometimes, when his eyes would glaze over or…
My brain is still struggling to process the greatness of this. What a towering work of art, the very definition of embodying somebody's life through cinema. Chills.
Two crackpot French intellectuals decide to travel to Vietnam through a photograph and take a rambling journey up their own arses instead. It's as though Godard and Gorin had the bright idea after a night of cigars and cognac that went too far to put together an hour-long PowerPoint presentation - half mea culpa for Tout Va Bien's insufficient leftism, half blaming it all on Jane Fonda being too hot - wherein they mansplain Fonda's stardom to her and basically…
Please get over yourself.
My feelings may change, and it's been a hot minute since I've seen any Kaufman so I may be in a weird place with him, but a lot of this was insufferable and crushingly disappointing. Synecdoche, Adaptation and Eternal Sunshine are three films I adore, and here I just feel none of the humanity or creativity that makes those films so special. Sure, there's discomfort and moments of deeply upsetting psychological horror - as a cinematic…
Almost completely incomprehensible; things just happen with absolutely no explanation or decipherable reason (people complaining about Nolan falling back on exposition again in this...did we watch the same film? The exposition here is so sparse and half-arsed that they might as well not have bothered), we are immediately dropped into the deep end and it doesn't get any easier after that, and there's something to be said for the fact that the 90+ minute discussion with my friend afterwards was…
