Quinn Marcus’s review published on Letterboxd:
"He lives and he lives until all of the lights go out."
Ok: pretentious, poetic, messy review in 3, 2, 1...
Everything will be okay.
Death. (yup, incoming existential crisis)
A film that moves in the mind of one, and at the same time, depicts the vast beauty of the world.
An overwhelming sadness engulfs our head's when we have no purpose.
Memories of when we were younger, and realizing every moment is eternal, happening now, and only now.
A journey through a man's shattered psyche that explores the enormity of our existence, if we are willing to choose to live.
Those tiny exchanges of kindness, and human emotion that push against any of our limitations, allowing us to forgive.
Opening your eyes, waves crash on the beach, the dog barks, a paper cut, your first friend, the sky, she gives you a tiny fleeting look, what we wish to accomplish in time, reality greeting you at the front door, walks through nature, getting a job, finding peace with age, having children, and watching them grow, achieving something great, saying goodbye to your parents, getting old, a final goodnight to those you love. Bill doesn't experience most of these thing's, but Hertzfeldt asks the question, why can't we? Please, if you have an hour to spare, watch this movie at once, it has shattered me in two in the best way possible. This is pure artistry.
I look out the window, the sun shining in, it's such a beautiful day.