Letterboxd — Your life in film

“I wish I could dream in your language.”

You can tell by the midpoint that Ari Aster was staring at the Final Draft document with a bottle of Jim Bean and a loaded gun

Frustrating that there’s a really good movie in here about the artistic struggle but baby Cronenberg opts instead for a class commentary that doesn’t contribute anything remotely insightful to the conversation.

Particularly struck upon second viewing with Tar’s response (and resistance) to the realization that this world she once knew is past the point of no return. Never about power, it was always the music. Wouldn’t even fucking know where to start conceptualizing a film like this. What a picture.

Absolutely insane that Chazelle ever got this green lit. Thankful he didn’t bitch out on all of the macabre Hollywood-gossip that he’s so obviously recontextualizing here (lots from Kenneth Anger’s book). I finally think Chazelle’s found a lane where his style actually enhances its subjects — something I thought he always lacked in prior work.

Diego Calva, a movie star.

James Cameron directs like he’s trying to save cinema but writes like he’s trying to kill it.

Really puzzled as to why Aronofsky would ever decide to shoot for this level of melodrama (especially for something this rigidly choreographed, no less) when the source material was never that strong enough to begin with. Also, when will the 4:3 renaissance end? 

Idgaf inject this into me

Memories unfolding through the eyes of a viewfinder and how little they make sense after the fact. Sometimes giving love just isn’t enough.

Me and the boys threw ass during the end credit sequence.

Harry Styles has two facial expressions: “I don’t understand what language you’re speaking” and “I’m two seconds away from bursting out into tears”

Would not recommend with an audience.