This is as close to a perfect history of film as I'd imagine could be condensed into a mere (?) fifteen hour series. Cousins is careful not to glance over any major important movements in the history of cinema, and provides a colourful and diverse range of films to illustrate them. His observations and analyses, though brief and summarized out of necessity, are thoughtful, poetic, and clearly from a place of genuine love and adoration of cinema. The target audience…
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Is there a better Valentine's Day choice?
Seriously though, even though I count this among my absolute favourite films, it has been years since I last saw it, and I forgot how devastating the final few scenes are. In particular, the way in which Haneke conveys Georges' suicide so poetically with a dreamlike sequence in which he and Anne leave their apartment, unceremoniously, as if for yet another concert like the one which began the film. Haneke is not usually one for such poetics, yet it is a deft and nuanced turn that works beautifully here.
Having just sat through what is almost certainly one of the most disgusting films ever made, and arguing with one person defending it, I have mulled over The Human Centipede II (Full Sequence) for much longer than it deserves. My conclusion is very simple: it is a gigantic and messy gore wank.
About as delightful as having a chunk of dry shit stuck to the hairs on the crack of your ass, this film is an inexorable 91-minute slog through…