matthew l.

anna karina-ist

"—the countermovement: art."

Favorite films

  • Penda's Fen
  • All the Vermeers in New York
  • The Aviator's Wife
  • The Scenic Route

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  • Witchfinder General

    ★★★½

  • Day of Wrath

    ★★★★½

  • The Northman

    ★★★★

  • Inland Empire

    ★★★★

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  • Inland Empire

    Inland Empire

    ★★★★

    The first and third acts contain some of the greatest moments of Lynch's career, hands down. The second act -- the point at which any discernible narrative disintegrates -- attempts to trace out a constellation of dream-symbols in lieu of narrative; this more-often-than-not fails just because of how bloated and inchoate everything is (compare with Twin Peaks: The Return, which uses similar tactics to a much more riveting effect). This section of the film is probably the only time I…

  • All the Vermeers in New York

    All the Vermeers in New York

    ★★★★★

    sometimes, most times, my #1. never realized before the influence of vermeer on jost's own compositions: the wide-angle lenses mimic the effects of a camera obscura, toying with distinctions between fore-, mid-, and background, the result being a cold remoteness at odds with the lush, intimate color palette. as with the work of the dutch master, the small is made to feel utterly grand: a single tableau feels as if it captures the essence of an entire historical epoch. this…

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  • Padmaavat

    Padmaavat

    ½

    When a film has to start off with a disclaimer clarifying that they don't, in fact, condone sati, you know it's gonna be bad.

    I find it hilarious that Modi's fascist cronies threw a fit over Padmaavat's release when it's pretty much the Hindutva propaganda film of their dreams. This is literally just a far-right mystification of history, complete with savage Muslim villains and noble Rajput heroes (who won't shut up about how noble they are).

    Yes, Bhansali makes some…

  • Dune

    Dune

    ★★

    Embarassing, a total non-event. I'll admit that I don't really like the novel that much, but this squanders every ounce of potential it had—there really is an endless supply of spiritual and philosophical threads to parse out, should one attempt to—in favor of useless fidelity to every minor narrative beat Herbert laid down. As always, Villeneuve thinks the few tricks he *does* have up his sleeve can compensate for his bland, aseptic style and near total lack of visual ingenuity.…