“love has limits.”
“it should not!”
on this rewatch, i chose to focus on anne and sarah. after another viewing, i can definitely confirm that their relationship is one of my favorite on-screen romances i have yet to come across.
if you’ve seen this film, you probably think i’m batshit insane, but i’m going to do my best to explain myself.
as much as the favourite is about power and manipulation, there’s a definite theme of sacrifice and the pain…
“love has limits.”
In Portuguese, Alma translates to soul.
All noise fades out as Reynolds scrambles through a crowd to find his soul. In this very moment, nothing else matters other than Alma.
Alma and Reynolds are like magnets. You put them together in the correct way and they cling together. Flip one magnet around and the two push back firmly.
My relationship with this film has completely changed. I think I’ve grown to understand a film like this since I last saw…
i usually don’t do this, but i’m excited, so here are some thoughts on the teaser:
-my man brad hasn’t fed me well in SO long! he’s actually going to be in a film, and a good one at that! wow!
-brad’s southern accent...........yeah
-i just hope sharon tate is treated with respect:// i’m gonna be pissed if she’s exploited because that’s the last thing she deserves.
-i honestly still don’t feel like i even know what it’s about, but…
And with this masterwork of melodrama, Luca Guadagnino has officially cemented his place in my holy trinity of favorite directors who are currently working; joining the likes of Damien Chazelle and Paul Thomas Anderson. He’s in good company.
Where to even begin? Luca is fearless, and the cinematography in I Am Love showcases that fact. He isn’t afraid to follow a grand tracking shot with a moment of static shaky-cam. I think that’s one of the elements that draws me…
climax is an experience. obviously it’s technically a film, but shouldn’t be viewed or interpreted as a project with a true driving narrative or purpose.
climax doesn’t give a fuck about your feelings, eyes, or eardrums. noé is here to present images. you either mesh with it or you don’t, which is neither the fault of the viewer or director.
towards the end, i found myself annoyed by how meandering and unfocused climax is. after an electric beginning, i…
the scene where carol has flashbacks to getting knocked down and standing up again every time is so powerful.
i don’t care that it’s an obvious metaphor.
so many women never even get the chance to stand back up. the fact that she does multiple times is so SO important. i wish i could’ve seen this growing up, because damnit i would’ve felt empowered.
i’m grateful that little girls across the world will get to experience a film like this in their formative years.
hearing women diverse in age clap, laugh, and cheer in the rows behind me felt fantastic. representation matters.