Oh man, where do I start? Persona defies interpretation; in fact, one of the many themes of the film is the very struggle with interpretation. This film has so many different ways to interpret it that you could watch it hundreds of times and see something new each time. (it blows my mind how complex Persona manages to be in just 85 minutes). At the core of the film— the thread that runs through it all— is duality. The duality of things…
Lashes of rain, spouts of water. A deluge, a torrential spray. All sliding over roof, sluicing down timbers, around pillars of wood, splashing into muddy puddles on the ground. It is a dissected tour; an intro sequence of close images, weather against architecture. Then— we get an image of the edifice as a whole. Rashomon Gate. All the parts together, the complete structure: it is a ruin in the rain, half-formed, jagged with its bones poking out, and degraded by…
Preparing for The Green Knight Part 4/4
Robert Redford gives an excellent performance as Forrest Tucker, the aging 74-year-old gentleman bank robber, who flashes a charming grin and shows a dashing demeanour before breaking the law and waltzing out with bagfuls of stolen cash. Witnesses relate him as “happy,” and “very polite”— descriptors that fly in the face of the standard criminal stereotype. He isn’t motivated by revenge, anger, or even desperation, but simple thrill, freedom, and reckless abandon. There…
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Preparing for The Green Knight Part 3/4
When does love end? Is it swallowed by the cold laws of physics, depleted by the inevitable work of the entropy, left to vanish into an uncaring universe? Does love cease at death, reverberating into memory and legacy until those too become victim to the implacable wash of time? The emotions that rage within us, that wash our inner shores and flare as internal fires, oh how puny and irrelevant they become in…
Filmed all in Japan, with Chinese actresses, while speaking English. Could you imagine if that was reversed-- if a Japanese director made a film set in America, with British actors that only spoke Japanese, but in an American accent? ... Yeah, I think that would be pretty comical.
Not only that, but here the pacing is incredibly uneven, the story is confusing, and the writing approaches soap-opera levels of melodrama. However, the costume/makeup is great, and there are a few dance scenes with some captivating cinematography.
Loss leaves behind vast, sprawling spaces. When those rough hands of the unknown tear apart the future, they leave only distance, dizzying and dark. It is the terrain of quiet grief— an emotion that flawlessly fits over the American landscape, in all its wide plains, dim deserts, and far-away mountain ridges. And in Chloe Zhao’s Nomadland, we don’t ever see the initial impact of grief, but we are always reminded of what it hardens into: a tough, trampled road, running…