Anxiety realized in film. Suffocating, intimate, lyrical, and profoundly beautiful. Yamada exudes a love for her characters not unlike Akerman. The influence of the late Futoshi Nishiya's character designs are certainly still being felt today.
Stop motion animation makes every movement, every blink, every frame feel so deliberate. A perfect depiction of the heightened reality that comes crashing down perceived throughout the course of the film.
Andrij Parekh's masterful balancing act between film and digital combined with Cianfrance's closeups ache for an intimacy that isn't there and ultimately never really was there to begin with. One of the saddest films ever made
I know Lynch's soundscapes have been praised enough but I can't get over the shots in the apartment where you can't see the door but Lynch always remembers to include the door closing and opening. I also can't get over how hot shirtless Kyle MacLachlan is