I hope they make movies in heaven.
An incredible work of existentialism and despair which follows nicely Kierkegaard's Sickness Unto Death (the title is even spoken in the film and Schrader references it in interviews) in terms of the spiritual battle depicted in the film being a contingent, determining factor for being a self, and a symptom of our being. How this tension, say between body and soul, is preeminent to our condition of being a self. I feel the thrust of the film, especially in regards…
I saw this film after a slight panic attack and during a fit of anxiety which did nothing to cloud my judgement and only made the mad perverse language of the film ever so clear. Kira Muratova and her hysterical masterpieces, they can embody your energy and paint symbiotic rooms for whatever twisted psychosis you may be going through. They have a power in them seldom felt outside the wild inspiration of visualizing and escaping your own madness. Her camera…
This is it I've finally found my film. We all need absolution. The greatest teenage love story of our generation. Proves what cinema can be how a director can do anything how a film can live any way it wants to, how it can embody any mood, any life, any song, there is no limiting the freedom of filmmaking like this. Love is the largest container it can hold everything.
Not the space film we want but the space film we need, a space film full of humanity. In this film human faculty still reigns supreme. In a space we cannot inhabit an alien space we need it here more than ever we need to see astronauts jam out to rock n' roll and think of corny pranks and most importantly we need to see human failure over failure of technology. The things that go wrong all the setbacks in…