You know those lightning-in-a-bottle moments that happen every so often when you're watching a film? The feeling that you've witnessed something so rare, so special, that it takes you to a transcendental plane of consciousness? Well, Stop Making Sense is that, non-stop for 88 minutes, and stays that way every time I watch it.
I guess my favourite band is The Beatles (boring, I know), but Talking Heads is the answer I'm more likely to give if you ask me…
Ain't about how fast I get there
Ain't about what's waiting on the other side
It's the climb (yeah)
- Miley Cyrus
I am afraid to shut my eyes because I don’t want to miss anything. I am afraid to shut my eyes because I don’t want to be in the dark, all alone.
A friend of mine once told me about a vision he would often have when he was younger. Sometimes, when his eyes would glaze over or…
The World is Hell: Hopeless Cinema
[more to come...writing something large-ish but I'm feeling worse the longer I think about this and need to go to bed]
Update: More thoughts added
I have spent several hours now performing an exorcism on myself and I still only feel marginally better than I did when the lights came on and I emerged from the interminable hellscape that is this fucking movie. It is a million times more apocalyptically bleak than you could…
Please get over yourself.
My feelings may change, and it's been a hot minute since I've seen any Kaufman so I may be in a weird place with him, but a lot of this was insufferable and crushingly disappointing. Synecdoche, Adaptation and Eternal Sunshine are three films I adore, and here I just feel none of the humanity or creativity that makes those films so special. Sure, there's discomfort and moments of deeply upsetting psychological horror - as a cinematic…
