Favorite films

  • Five Easy Pieces
  • Three Colours: Blue
  • Through the Olive Trees
  • L'Eclisse

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  • Lost Highway


  • Il Sorpasso


  • One on Top of the Other


  • The Brood


Recent reviews

  • Lost Highway

    Lost Highway


    After writing a multiple-pages long analytical essay on Lost Highway for school, I must vent here with some random lyrical scribbles of existential fear. See you on the other side of the highway in a few weeks time after I have finished all my exams.
    Cheers, Lara

    #Musings of Horror Vol. 2.
    #Lost Highway

    Traversing the two-way highway of inescapable desire. One way leads to reality. The other to fantasy. Stranded in the middle, inbetween. Inbetween what? Not dream…

  • Il Sorpasso

    Il Sorpasso


    #Existential Musings Vol. 11.
    #Il Sorpasso

    1. Roberto
    i like nothing more than driving. it relaxes me. ill go anywhere as long as im driving

    he said.

    He is so careless on the road. He passes cars and honks at them and passes them again, never halting. He lives life just like that. Devours it. Always driving fast. Overtaking himself a million times, until he gets jammed – stranded in the traffic jam of his existence.

    There is a…

Popular reviews

  • Je T'Aime, Je T'Aime

    Je T'Aime, Je T'Aime


    #Existential Musings Continued – Vol. 10.
    #Je T'Aime, Je T'Aime

    i love you very much. i love you more than very much

    you tell me. No. You told me. You told me a long time ago. When, though? When, Catrine?

    When was it? When is it now? It's when I hear the waves. Strange. They have a different sound diving under than when I'm floating above them. My head bobs from side to side, severed from the body –…

  • Crash



    Speeding down the highway of sexual fantasies - without the breaks functioning.

    Crash explores the psychopathological state of being sexually aroused by cars; more specifically, by witnessing car accidents and their aftermaths: both the car wreck and the dead bodies sitting lifelessly inside. It is such an unknown and universally unrelatable (I hope, at least...) psychological condition that I have to salute Cronenberg for taking such a huge risk. In order for his film to be authentic, working with easily…