Suspiria ★★★★★

I don’t sleep well.

I haven’t for years. Almost every night, it’s either some sort of bizarre impressionistic painting, like a conversation in a David Lynch film, or a full blown nightmare. Most nights, I’m blessed enough to have the former, and I’m lucky enough to forget them soon.

Luca Guadanigno’s Suspiria is what happens when I get the latter.

I don’t know what it means. I don’t know how to piece it together. I don’t know how its disparate elements work in tandem to deliver a complete work. And I don’t care. It doesn’t matter to me. All that matters is that it happened, that I experienced it. 

Because no one has ever been able to show me my own night terrors.

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