The Conformist's visuals cannot be described as striking, lyrical, haunting, ghastly, harrowing, alluring, or deliberate. No, words cannot convey the beauty of this film. As described by my dad: "every shot is it's own art form."
Despite being a sub-two hour political drama, I wouldn't disagree if you called The Conformist an epic. There is truly no rules that this film doesn't break, there are simply no cinematic chasms that this film doesn't bound with striking glory.
This film is…
2001: A Space Odyssey remains a monlith of American culture, a century defining vision, and a living, breathing, evolving, ever morphing experience who's true meaning is a reflection of any given decade it happens to exist in. Time is not a concept here. In space, it is just you and the abyss. And in 2001, it is just you and Kubrick.
Worshipped
Tarnished
Regretted
Fractured
Submitted
Dead fish
Duality of the artist
Who creates our personas, ourselves, or others?
Season 1:
I don't even know where to begin. It's everything Blue Velvet gave me and more. Theres so much to unpack that I'm actually considering putting together some sort of connection board, just to map out all of the characters. Still, this show is the thing that I look forward to every day, and viewing experience has played a large part in how much I love this series. To anyone thinking about watching this show: do so alone, and strictly at nighttime. Can't fucking wait for season 2.
(As a pilot—will use the same piece to rate the series as a whole later on)
Simply one of the best ever. I can't think of a more intruiging exposition to any TV show. So many characters were introduced with just enough information as to not feel overwhelming, but to start the domino effect that is this labyrinth of a series. I'm already trying to put the pieces together in my head. I'm so fucking excited.
