I’m not the man they think I am at home
Oh no no no
I’m a rocket mannnnnn
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
The ending to this movie feels absurd while at the same time being kind of perfect in a way that’s so impossible to explain
I’m thinking about it more and more now and the ending kind of connects back to what he says about freedom and remorse at the beginning. He shows remorse through his story and in his final actions and in death he becomes free expressed by the final scene. He dances wildly and without form completely breaking…
I didn’t particularly love this movie because I thought it was kind of drawn out despite having some great moments but I’m writing this because I just remembered the terrifying fucking drunk hallucination scene that was completely unexpected in a French noir film. The way that scene is set up with the establishing house shots and that blue and green wallpaper is so eerie and the way the bugs and lizards move across the ground towards him as he’s powerless is completely horrifying. Melville should’ve done a horror film after that scene
Lately as I’ve been rewatching some old movies that I didn’t used to think much of, I’ve been seeing them in a completely different way. Not really sure why, maybe my taste has just changed a bit, but I used to not see why 2001 was praised so much until now. It’s a fucking masterpiece. The design, the lighting, the effects, but most importantly the way the story is told through its structure and it’s themes are gorgeous. Everything about this film is gorgeous