then and later, still learning
“When you love, you must, in your reasonings about that love, start from what is highest, from what is more important than happiness or unhappiness, or than sin or virtue in their accepted meaning, otherwise… you must not reason at all. I realized then.”
On the Beach at Night Alone is such a difficult film to write on, so much of Hong’s artistic charm feels intuitive. You either get it or you don't. Art really only ever means anything when…
Just #TheRulesofTheGame !
Many of the aesthetic choices resonated w/ me but I couldn’t get behind the cowardice of Fields lack of commitment and insistence of humanizing for a moral ambiguity. Big difference when u see Scorsese’s demonizing of Travis in the final act of Taxi Driver to this ambivalence of Lydia which left me feeling deflated. It’s as if he missed an opportunity to make a case forward to play a moralistic middle ground idk
Regardless, I loved that…
Disappointing in that Jung’s metaphysical theory would have played far better as a Cronenberg film than a romantic drama with Freud’s sexually focused psychoanalysis as its catalyst. Means before the ends, which i could care less about pertaining to Jung, as his theory is more interesting than two sexually repressed old dudes fighting for power thru split diopter shots.