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This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
Such a lonely movie. Everyone wandering, unable to rest, unable to trust. This rewatch I was struck by how much this film is about suicide. Wanting or waiting to die, knowing your time is ending, for reasons both in and out of your control. The moment Charley takes off his shoes before shooting himself in the chest hit me. There's such a ritualistic nature to suicide. Always interested in seeing the small processes that characters go through before committing the…
Hilarious and heartbreaking beyond belief. A film that continually leaves me in awe. The camera responds to every movement of its subjects, not frantic but hovering, voyeuristic. Window glares and bodies moving within unostentatious but beautifully precise composed framing. Smokey sun-drenched air and an everpresent impending dread. The portrayal of women in this is fascinating, so filled with shame and fear and anger. Male directors seem to have a sense of judgement about female characters that they don't have with…
the definition of lacking vision and meaning. tumblr aesthetics run through twitter material and vomited through vsco. if this is the future of film, no thanks!
p.s. pls take "experimental" out of the description! i have to laugh!
(the only reason this is logged is to balance out everyone on stan twitter sucking this director's dick with no thought logging this as well)
in the prime of my childhood, i grew up on an island. a small, little Texas coast island where the water was murky and brown and the waves weren't significant. i remember my dad loved to walk on the beach at night, he would take me often. i would run, maybe, gallop or skip. sometimes we would have long conversations, our lifetimes-apart neuroses mingling, taking joy in understanding each others company. and hope, lots of hope. more often than not…