Letterboxd — Your life in film

This washed out world is as brittle as glass. The warmth has gone. No one wants to feel the kind of melancholia that has no warmth. This is a dull-colored veil; aggressively speaking it has zero breath of life nor passion. Sensuality and sensitivity it has none. The presentation of Boy Erased is bleaker in tone, devoid of lushness and intimacy to emphasize the inhumane harshness of conversion therapy. Conflicts appear but are somewhat very restrained. Who is Jared? We…

There are many of their songs that you hold dearly in your heart but now, why do they all sound strangely unfamiliar?

Back stabs, betrayal and reconciliation. Flashes without styles nor substances. Some of the fans might have salivated over the songs that were vehemently played onscreen but little do they know how Bohemian Rhapsody manages to make Queen look like another by-the-number musical artists. Nothing about it stands out; nothing shines and not even Rami Malek’s effective impersonation could…

Primal aggression lets out a shrieking howl as the bodies are contorted into pulps. Faustian bargaining for domination. Matriarchal, maniacal banshees in the dancers' flesh. We prowl closer to the Witches’ Den, muddy browns and murky grays of Berlin's muted winter. Oozing fluids with leaking tears, urine and blood trickle before pouring out from every pore, transuding in a volcanic eruption of a climax. In spite of being over-stuffed with complicated themes and hysteric brutality on display - protruding bones,…

Well, ain’t this a wild life, son?

I am a forest fire, a blazing wildfire. Joe remains quiet, bewildered as he observes the ember glow in a distance, a raging inferno and his father is not there at all. What is going to happen when the family unit has already cracked? On the surface, it looks like a lovely family portrait that is framed immaculately, with aesthetically pleasing pastel hues. The picture is scrubbed clean, pretty and calm while something…

Sigur Ros, Nirvana, then John Lennon, Zola Jesus to the boy, Timmy Tim, convulsing on the filthy bathroom floor as Gorecki’s Symphony No.3 continues. Innocent past and lifeless present jumbled with fast cuts. Wrenching memories are slit open. Happiness is quickly found in the sprinklers, radiating sun yet when the wind comes it swoops everyone away. Aplenty of tears, heartaches and comfort, the father & son’s relationship is tenderly rendered but it is the cyclical threadbare narrative that leaves us powerless,…

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Cunning foreplay, flaunting body language on a pedestal. Clandestine lovers hiding their knives from behind. The Favourite's a triangular bedchamber conflict moving with a kinky serpentine slink for lustful intimacy and royal domination. An irascible, unsuitable monarch (queenie Colman) yearning for care and attention, whose tragedy had sown throughout her life. She is often childish but not without a sense of pathos - Her unrelenting misery is palpable as she grieves for her 17 “children”. When the…

I did it! I finally did it! I’ve now seen 2001 A Space Odyssey. A non-verbal, out-of-body kaleidoscopic experience for the mind, body and soul. The year 2019 is about to approach as the fireworks are loudly booming outside but I am not ready for reality to hit while struggling to let my fantasy of the fragile galaxy leave my brain. For a flash of red, HAL 9000 is looking. 2001 is that abstractly indefinable and a God-tier creation that’s…