“Justice?—You get justice in the next world, in this world you have the law.“ — William Gaddis, A Frolic of His Own
“Much of our news media is indeed the enemy of the people…” — Donald J. Trump
It is overwhelming how many different paths one could take through this movie. Mirrors, Sophocles, the Phantom, privacy, The Red Shoes and Tales of Hoffmann, the resolution of conflict vs. the resolution of a story, using story as a way to come to terms with one’s life vs. using one’s (or another’s) life as a story to tell, poisonous success and poisonous families, imitation and repetition…
I once dreamt of finding a box that contained some horrible black substance which was somehow part asbestos, part black hole. I knew that, having come into contact with it, I could never get away from it. I woke up with a feeling of pure dread that still hasn't quite dissipated. This movie revivified that feeling.
Kind of like if Hollis Frampton and Harmony Korine helped Terrence Malick make the first part of a movie, then Terrence Malick and Harmony Korine helped Hollis Frampton with the second part, then Hollis Frampton and Terrence Malick helped Harmony Korine with the final part.
A lot more like the answer to the question of what it would be like to experience the world without reference to language or memory.