Tennis Balls: A Symbolic Thesis
“And then also, again, still, what are those boundaries, if they’re not baselines, that contain and direct its infinite expansion inward, that make tennis like chess on the run . . . the true opponent, the enfolding boundary, is the player himself.” -David Foster Wallace
Landscape Suicide begins with a sequence repeatedly showing a woman serving tennis balls. At first glance, it may appear as though what we are witnessing is the same shot played…
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Lady woolgathers solar apertures and rupturing planetoids. Kaleidoscopic visions fill her brain’s gray matter, and suddenly her head becomes an iridescent gallimaufry of all the colors in the rainbow.…
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When you have sold your soul to the circus, you can never buy it back.
Billy Wilder hides tragedy in plain sight with his first real work of complete auteurship (and, as American audiences weren’t at all ready to be exposed to these kinds of truths in 1951, his first major flop) Ace in the Hole. Wilder picks apart a sensationalist media giant that would only grow larger…
This is just Succession (2018) Nazi Edition, and Helmut Berger’s character is definitely Roman.
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Architectural and ideological decay lead to a new kind of ennui; the kind that turns us all into displaced and depressed malcontents, and this phenomenon affects the middle class the most, as they are the most susceptible to a yearning for more since their basic needs have already been met.
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