Ernest, I’m in the morgue (???).
The shot of Meryl looking into the camera through the side mirror of her car, imo.
Ernest, I’m in the morgue (???).
The shot of Meryl looking into the camera through the side mirror of her car, imo.
A bit bowled over at how Guadagnino captures what is isolating about the wide open spaces and end-of-the-line hamlets of the rural midwest. A landscape ravaged by an opioid crisis, inhospitability towards queer people, political ideological rot, inherited family trauma, and innumerable broken homes, and the cannibalism could be a representation of any (or none!) of those things. A movie about the places you run away from but can never manage to escape.