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  • The Great Beauty

    ★★★★★

  • After Life

    ★★★★

  • Psycho

    ★★★★

  • The Power of the Dog

    ★★★★½

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  • The Power of the Dog

    The Power of the Dog

    ★★★★½

    To tame a horse. To tame a dog. To tame a man.

    Repressed, he ambles through. The detritus of a capricious void of man. At acquiesce to himself, he projects his torment of desire through to every docile soul around him. Obedient to his intoxicated masculinity, obedient to his command. Every peril to them is self exile, a despondent revenge with vehemence he cannot feel. Every action is lucid, animosity manifested, yet a vulnerability seems to permeate. Desolation entrenching over…

  • Spencer

    Spencer

    ★★★★½

    Tight fabrics of represssion. Tenuous fabrics of expression. The majestic pearls that veil over a so tortured heart seem to strangle so fiercely. Every action feels like convention, with every word spoken in a didactic agency. Each four walls around Diana speak this language, a torturing dialect that reprimands any liberty. Pretences of what should be, a jarring malaise, the isolation from being terse in their cold tongue. It's a certain vanity, each elegant costume becoming a pressure of sheer…

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  • The Great Beauty

    The Great Beauty

    ★★★★★

    A life contrived into perfect superficiality, so why the malaise? Being able to precipitate anything you desire, embellished and beautiful; a perfect aesthetic for an ennui.

    The pathos for transient fulfilment and the futility of self-artifice, decadance, in a manifesting despondency. It's the melancholy of sublimity, burdened by all of life's pleasures in profusion and truly feeling nothing.

    Life can only be tender and true to us only if we choose to become at patient acquiesce to it's intrinsic, tangible beauty.

  • After Life

    After Life

    ★★★★

    Ephemeral, our thoughts, our emotions and our memories. Each possess their own intrinsic euphoria, a lucid security to a time of rapture. They're vestiges of what once was, a moment of purest appeasement. A nostalgic sensation to times of absolute jubilaton, yet what about the limbo of melancholy?

    It's hard to move on when your life fades away in regret, how can we choose a perfect juncture if you never got the privilege to experience one? The eyes capture everything…

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