26 // yes, I am aware that some of the things I wrote are really bad.
In America they catch criminals by using their brains, here we rely on our feet, except we're always drop kicking the wrong suspects. In America they search for evidence, we have no need for that here, I can know who's guilty by simply staring into their eyes, except my own eyes had betrayed me time and time again, especially at the most crucial moment. Shit, shit, shit, it's so hard to tell. Documents do not lie, except when the information…
There has been a glitch, signals lost in noise, the faces we see become blurrier until only a dark spot remains, the screams of help we hear become more and more distant until they are completely drowned out by static, now it is too quiet, like a tv switched off in the dead of night, something is very wrong, and we are so lonely.
Man builds a sand sculpture, it disintegrates. Girl chases after the setting sun, she knows she will fail. Man captures his last photo, it's out of focus. Film shot entirely during golden hour? The mood is impeccable. It's so bright at times though, the camera really doesn't shy away from the sunlight. Overall it kind of felt rushed (especially concerning the relationship between the two leads), I needed it to be three hours long.
Some cool camera/mirror tricks here and there but the only horror element in the film that actually worked was Edgar Wright using Matt Smith as a jump scare, empty film overall, put this off for so long because I didn't want to confirm that it's just as bad as everyone claims it to be, well, well well well
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It's the feeling of never wanting a dream to end, desperately trying to go back to sleep hoping that your dream would somehow pick up where it had left off.
But you know very well that it won't. First you'll forget the details. What shirt you were wearing, the exact words you said or wanted to say. Her hand on your palm that felt so tangible just a few seconds ago, reduced to a cold sensation that served as nothing…