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Death by cinema. All its feedback loops with our own evolution and decay beaten into the most essential acidic pictures to melt our senses forever. Felt like I was dying. The films that remade us flashing before my eyes. Dissolving into unknown voids of colour that will some day morph into a new body for the medium. The ending cries for being seen in a movie theatre to be believed, and would you have it any other way?
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Connecting those memories and crumpled images we locked in video with the tinier lost conversations we had while waiting for our polaroids to develop. The atomicity that once made up all of this can only be left as a burden for our imaginations; to reconstruct and revisit. And it's so scary that we could still get so many details wrong. This is a film that makes me want to fight against dissociation every day, so I can absorb and cling on to every pixel of my experiences. Because some day, remembering will not be enough.
Schrader's new protagonist has already forgiven himself in some manageable, cruel way long before he first steps into the frame. What's with us is a half-being desiring new skin to feel warm in.
At all the thorny crossroads Schrader places him, the solutions are flipped and never painted as his reparations. They are clear acts of love that only seek faint notes of feeling.
The filmmaker journeys out of the narrative's controversial starting point the only way he can, which…
Kelly Fremon Craig can officially write wonderfully relatable humour for everyone, but with this she's maybe an image-maker first. There's sequences here with surprisingly strong observational qualities. Also exhibiting the courage to elevate angst over innocence in a young girl's disentanglement of her faith and its existence within her. Everything is given the uncomfortable weight of being the protagonist's first something. If these scenes could be turned into snapshots for the household fridge, you can easily find the moment from…
I mean who else is even shooting action like *this* in the whole world?
There's not a single shot stitched into these set-pieces that doesn't dance to the rhythm of the narrative's mythical-sized emotional graph. Everything is drawn out and orchestrated to maximal sensation with unforgettable stages, build-ups, lead-ins and countless peaks. Not to mention a clear melodramatic and breathless conclusion to every fight with such charmingly heavy emphasis on loss and hope. All while rising above the boring restraints…
Imagine kicking Ryan Gosling's ass and then doing A Lovely Night better than he ever could in the same year.