Friedkin decides to go full cheese but has no idea how to do it.
Oh, but what a twist! Bet you didn't see that scene coming? Fuck off.
A french woman with a fetish for metaphors rattles on incessantly about disconnection and alienation in 1000 different flowery ways while images of a man walking, staring at things, and sometimes doing daily activities flash in the background to the sound of angry xerox machines. The only visual representation of thematic was empty scenery, low contrast bleak grey, and the main character being the focus of the shot due to lighting choice and blur. This seems awfully elementary even though…
Anyone that feels their taste remotely aligns with mine needs to view this ASAP. If you need help finding it just let me know. It is unable to be purchased as it has never been properly released. Vermilion Souls is easily one of the greatest pieces of art I have ever experienced. I can't think of much more to say.