Wes’s review published on Letterboxd:
"It's beautiful. It's beautiful. It's beautiful..."
you may now all refer to me as mother lachrymarum, the mother of tears; because throughout the entire runtime of this film, i was brought to just that. we can stop calling this a remake. Suspiria exists entirely in its own universe, or rather, our own. many people have interpreted this in many unique and insightful ways (and those ways which i agree with). but above all else, i see this as a film about broken, shattered people and a nation desperately, desperately attempting to make sense of themselves.
the camera mourns them with us. the time and lives lost to the greatest evil that is fascism. mothers and daughters seizing power for which is rightfully theirs. the very concept restraint is annihilated off the face of the earth, which culminates in an apocalypse of destroying personal repression and those that have held you down for so long. now all that's left is accepting what and who you are, no matter how unseemly you truly seem to be. you are all you truly have.
and at the end of all things, a heart unbent by time; old and worn, but eternal and free. give me dreams tonight, mother. i don't want this dance to end.
