Letterboxd — Your life in film

A partial rewatch, since the last time I saw this was in a cave where the projector ran out of gasoline partway through the film.

This was a reframing of Line Describing a Cone, with three configurations of two prints of the original film. The projectionists fed one reel through backwards so that one cone became completed while the other became depleted. It was amusing that even with a small crowd accustomed to expanded cinema, there was a dynamic where…

This is my third viewing at this point, so at this point I'm just going to follow it wherever it leads, which will in all likelihood involve me being found curled up in a ball, reading In Search of Lost Time and subsisting on a mealy paste made from peach preserves and ground up Sufjan cassettes.

I do want to say just how wonderfully Call Me by Your Name models empathy by playing with these permeable boundaries between people, between…

Gay culture in 2017 is seeing Call My by Your Name; buying another ticket for the next day; dredging up a decade of psychic baggage, because Michael Stuhlbarg told you to; reconsidering your assumptions that Sufjan Stevens sounds like he'd be far too twee for your incredibly sophisticated tastes; finding a corner of your office (which is thankfully empty over the holidays) that's out of sight, where nobody will notice that Sufjan is forcibly and publicly extracting tears from you;…