"What Giacometti reveals at the core of things, what Genet calls solitude, Friedkin overturns to prove it is all there is. As if to say, See? Empty. Not even a drip. Like in Jade: Look all you want, there’s nothing underneath."
The kind souls at Bright Wall Dark Room let me go long on Jade, my much maligned, much watched problematic fave. The whole thing is here.