• The Taste of Things

    The Taste of Things


    Some of the most gorgeously fluid and lush food imagery I've seen in a film, constantly glowing, flowing around the kitchen, when something gets added to a pot the camera soars forward to give you a peak inside. Focus puller was working their ass off. The first half hour is simply a continuous, glorious meal preparation, and every character talks almost exclusively about food for the entire runtime. The character relationships are coy and underhanded in a nicely subtle and…

  • Nostalgia



    Glad to have seen 5/7 Tarkovsky features in theaters now. I probably connect to the characters here least out of any of his films - which bothered me a bit more on this viewing - but the psychological realm of the damp, lichen-covered, dilapidated interiors of Bagno Vignoni remains palpably dreamy and hypnotizing and remains my greatest sensory takeaway from the film. There is a slightly awkward balance between the impression of a traditional story and a meandering, undefined series…

  • Angel Dust

    Angel Dust


    Was a little let down after hearing that this was a great hidden gem, most of the time I was wishing I was watching Cure, a psychological detective thriller with a similar conceit that is far more engaging. I will say some editing choices were quite effective - a couple expressive montages giving some Twin Peaks: The Return vibes - and there are some good atmospheric sections. However, other choices are almost laughably bad, there’s some misguided digital zooms in the…

  • Synecdoche, New York

    Synecdoche, New York


    So, it's been a while. Almost five years. Some parts of this I only understand now that I'm older - revealing intricate, deeper layers. Other parts come off as more shallow: a couple slightly distracting narrative vices/hangups from Kaufman that hold me back from unabashedly calling it the 'masterpiece' I once did (whatever that means). This is still a phenomenal piece of work. I didn't cry this time, but perhaps felt more upset by it than I ever had, which was a confusing contrast.

  • Tongues Untied

    Tongues Untied

    Glad to revisit this, so well done. Solemn/upsetting. Funny/hot.

  • Syndromes and a Century

    Syndromes and a Century


    I think with Weerasethakul, his vision of the natural world has always etched into my brain much deeper: the dark jungles of Tropical Malady & Uncle Boonmee, the fantastical sunlight of Cemetery of Splendour & Memoria. But in each of those projects he simultaneously confronts the 21st century, and the way Syndromes and a Century centres that dynamic made me realize how truly central it is to his artistic project. This film’s two halves are not as simple as a rural-urban split in environment…

  • Little Women

    Little Women


    Finally got around to this, definitely Greta Gerwig's best movie. Cozy, vividly realized, and emotional. With the non-linear structure and vignette quality of many scenes, it de-emphasized a strict narrative progression for a more tactile build of character and place which was quite effective. Also, while I understood the desire to have the main cast play the younger and older ages, I found Florence Pugh particularly distracting playing like (twelve?) years old with an over-accentuated childlike quality. Also, American Fiction stole this ending!

  • The Color of Pomegranates

    The Color of Pomegranates


    Incredible imagery throughout, especially near the beginning (the books on the roof was magic) - but I do think the subjects & compositions got a bit repetitive in the second half, while I also became less connected to the poetic language overall. I also felt a distinct dissatisfaction due to the lack of sync sound - the film's soundscape felt pretty detached from the visuals. Still though, pretty essential and I'm glad I could see it in a theater.

  • Seasons of the Year

    Seasons of the Year

    Quite visceral, wordless short about rural Armenian labour against the forces of nature. Unexpectedly hypnotizing - seemingly endless shots of men sliding down rock slopes carrying sheep! Roaring engines, packed animals, pouring rain, precise rhythm

  • Written on the Wind

    Written on the Wind


    Wasn’t expecting it to be so violent! Pretty strong, leans into the absurd/ironic deconstructive side of Sirk more than the earnest emotionality purely due to how contemptuous and upsetting so many interactions and altercations are which makes up the bulk. Rock Hudson was a good emotional in, I related to his character in many ways, but I thought Lauren Bacall became a bit static after a while - serving more as a wrench thrown in. Also, for that poster, their…

  • Neighbours


    Norman McLaren loved to have a silly time

  • Voices Through Time

    Voices Through Time

    Both Piavoli films I've seen have been a breath of fresh air into my art-viewing diet. Perfect sunrise watch: poetic, flowing, plotless, wordless. You can drift in and out of sleep. No set protagonist. The most significant moments of our lives we only realize later. Reckoning with boyhood in a darkened cathedral; sensual dancing in the square & slow-dances in the garden; a baby & elder going up stairs (same speed); lovers on a moonlit hill; schoolyard games; rainy days stuck in bed. Sweeping, but never generalized - intimately specific with each mesmerizing vision. (YouTube link, don't worry about subtitles)