i maintain that donnie darko's hot topic reputation semi-unfortunately precedes it. there's an auratic feeling to the film...okay!? there's some panache here! it's different, it takes itself *just* seriously enough, and the time shenanigans are perfectly esoteric enough to not be lame. this isn't american fucking beauty, okay? it's DONNIE fuckin' DARKO. this is two THOUSAND and ONE! i love donnie darko and i'm not afraid to admit it!
Fallen Angels 1995
the filmic equivalent of dream pop, just absolutely mesmerizing, beautifully lit, not a single shot in here that doesn't splash with colour and mood, all carefully hinged upon the feeling of a city's night, three loners, one long road. the god-archetype of "the mood piece".
Tetsuo: The Iron Man 1989
Machinist bodyhorror wherein the industrial is a sexually transmitted disease that leeches on, putrefies and purifies its unsuspecting but soon-to-be-accepting subjects. This movie's so extremely abrasive both audibly (bitching soundtrack) and visually; at times leaning into full on experimental animation with a maximalist slant that is hard to not fully appreciate if you have any leaning towards art as confrontation. I loved this. It ends with metaphorical gay sex implied to subsume the world. Absolutely insane and unafraid to be so. So fucking sick.