There are four to five unrelated people who make use of hanging metaphors. Know Wiseman as the Great American Novelist is a hack headline but...such a literate film, without any source in the written word.
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
Schrader's Transcendental Style thesis is mostly bullshit when it comes to linking together Bresson, Dreyer, and Ozu, but its an excellent lens to view Schrader films. The Card Counter is perhaps his most Bressonian and Dreyeresque films. It's all here. The close ups of hands. the Pickpocket ending, writing in journals, long unbroken shots, and close ups of faces (okay not quite Bressonian there, more a Dreyer expression).
But what a movie. The Card Counter reminds me of why I…
70mm screening. Greatest theater experience of my life. The flicker of the projector. The grain that adds life and energy to every still moment. Every frame a conduit for the most magical human achievement. All downhill from here.
Lust for French brunettes ended. Need a hot Jewish brunette girlfriend to yell at me and whip me into shape. Sadly, I am a loser Catholic.