wrymereo

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Instagram: @wrymerwatch

Blog: bioscopechronicles.wordpress.com

Favorite films

  • Pyaasa
  • The Godfather: Part II
  • Only Yesterday
  • In the Mood for Love

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  • Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse

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  • Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse

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  • Frances Ha

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  • Sharey Chuattar

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  • Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse

    Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse

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    Added to one of my favourite theatrical experiences ever (right beside the first one) while my eyegasms refuse to stop. Easily the most complexly and stunningly animated films of all time, building on every single visual aspect of the first film (which was a watershed moment in modern animation). Especially the animation during Gwen and her dad's scenes and those for the Spot took my breath away. I do think the first film works better and has a tighter and…

  • Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse

    Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse

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    My pick for the "coolest film ever".

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  • RRR

    RRR

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    RRR has become kind of the new 'Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon' as an introduction towards the maximalist excess of Indian blockbusters so I decided to tackle this. Of course, true maximalist films are of the kind that completely revel in their excesses. Paying little service to logic or coherence, they optimize the sensual experience instead. Indian Cinema has had a very long history of that which is probably why RRR doesn't surprise me as much as it has others, but…

  • Aftersun

    Aftersun

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    Scattered little grains of what's left of people, what's left of love, what's left of the images we carry with us, moving on. The people we grow up with, the familiar faces that watch over us as we grow old, fade away into the wind like grains of sand. But those tiny grains manage to produce ripples so big into the oceans of our hearts that we forget where they ended and we began. What only remains is the mystery…