Movie you take a walk after and it's one of the best walks of your life.
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…
You can draw a straight line between from Spielberg to this, onwards to Shyamalan and Eastwood's Hereafter. "Passing through death," grief and self-forgiveness as tangible forces in the real world, stretching out beyond us. Any of us could die, any time, anywhere. What if we could choose what saves us? Sincere little gem from Weir.
The World is Hell: Hopeless Cinema
[more to come...writing something large-ish but I'm feeling worse the longer I think about this and need to go to bed]
Update: More thoughts added
I have spent several hours now performing an exorcism on myself and I still only feel marginally better than I did when the lights came on and I emerged from the interminable hellscape that is this fucking movie. It is a million times more apocalyptically bleak than you could…
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…