I didn't know that it was possible for Jiim Jarmusch to make such an ineffective film. I agree with his lamenting of the decay of our culture. There is a quiet rage that simmers under the languid but laborious new film from Jarmusch that I am quite aligned with, though Steve Buscemi's reactionary farmer wearing the "Make America White Again" or whatever it said, really seems to on the nose, lazy and easy for someone of Jarmusch's legendary wit. In…
In God's Comedy, the character Joao de Deus, as well as Monteiro--his real self-- the rogue, poet of Portugal is on full display. What he presents in the film is the thin line between sainthood and hedonism, street urchin and high society, passion and the loss of it, art and a world that lacks it. Monteiro is a pervert, but he is not just showing you sexual perversion--the film is obscene as it is profound--he is examining the perversity of…
"Will heaven fall upon us? Will the Earth open under us? We don't know. We don't know, for a total eclipse has come upon us." Werckmeister Harmonies is a masterpiece that needs absolutely nothing changed. Every frame is perfect. Every piece of dialogue exact. Vig Mihaly's score and the use of natural sound could not be better. Story is perfect. Images haunting. Every performance necessary and complete.
Time...and time again.
The entire film I kept thinking, why can't more American films take these kinds of risks? I had fairly high expectations and they were exceeded. The way Lowery deals with time and space are magnificent. His framing, his lighting, his pacing was simply refreshing. I feel like Terrence Malick looked at his past few films and then looked at A Ghost Story and just sighed and let out a quite "well fuck," underneath his breath.