anna karina-ist, writer of sorts.
"—the countermovement: art."
i'm not funny because I can't take myself seriously anymore.
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seizing the narrative by seizing the now—the only way to counteract the relentless onward march of time; as one's identity gradually dissolves into performance, the only way out is to affirm the dissolution, to command and shape life as if it were theatre. rowlands' character must imbue life not only into the stale melodrama she's been handed, but into the dead fragments of her existence which are…
When a film has to start off with a disclaimer clarifying that they don't, in fact, condone sati, you know it's gonna be bad.
I find it hilarious that Modi's fascist cronies threw a fit over Padmaavat's release when it's pretty much the Hindutva propaganda film of their dreams. This is literally just a far-right mystification of history, complete with savage Muslim villains and noble Rajput heroes (who won't shut up about how noble they are).
Yes, Bhansali makes some…
Autumn Sonata asks: what would happen if you gave the two greatest actresses in Sweden's history one of the most psychologically penetrating, deeply evocative scripts ever written? Add to that Bergman's expressionist direction (not to mention eye for color!), and you've got one of the finest films ever made.