"he's a rhinestone... cowboy!"
"What's he doing?"
"He's beginning to believe."
Reality as a product of conditioned perspective. Even with its lofty reputation as one of the most defining works in pop culture, The Matrix astounds. The vision of Lana and Lilly Wachowski (who were so disrespectfully deadnamed in the credits!) is one that cannot exist anymore; turn-of-the-century melodramatics - while in my opinion, timeless - are often deemed horrifically dated by the anti-camp action standards of today. In all its directorial dramatics -…
Grimy fucking film. The Safdies - evermore distinct in characterizing their films by the fallout of ambition, rather than the highs that preface it - love writing about failure. Good Time is 100 minutes of plates spinning, twirling in wondrous synchronicity; when one looks as if it were about to buckle, another is surgically added, reinvigorating the ones that came before it. Then another is added... and another. Before you know it, there’s a dozen dancing above your head, and as…
“Don’t try to understand it. Feel it.”
Some feelings about Tenet:
• Nolan has distilled his style to archetypal workings, as to award himself critical immunity (more on that in a bit); Tenet is by far his simplest work, masquerading as a 16x16 Rubik’s cube.
• Rather than assembling itself from the outside in - as you would a puzzle - to eventually narrow its focus to a singular point, it begins at this point and expands outwards. Like the…
Watched this with my girlfriend recently. With perhaps an unhealthy amount of sadism, I watched with glee as the ending twisted her wide-eyed infatuation into a resentful scowl. She was mostly quiet for the next two hours, only cutting through the silence with occasional variations of "[insert plot point here] was stupid" critique. Three days later, she asked if her and I could watch it again.
That viewing helped me express exactly why I love this film. Sure, it gets my…