If this documentary inspires you then please give money to the community bail funds.
A film about redemption
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A cautionary tale about what happens if they don’t lift quarantine soon.
Light. Sea. Woman. Fish. Rain. Bird.
This is the iconography of allegorical storytelling since dawn was a regular thing.
Madness. Isolation. Hunger. Fever dreams. Octopus fucking a mermaid.
This film is your lit professor with alcohol poisoning from drinking all the Lysol at the A&P.
I’m shocked at how much I look forward to seeing this film again.
You can’t know someone else, especially someone who you’ve never even met and for sure someone who acts for a living and puts on a persona for the snippets and glimpses you get from media.
So you might as well go with the myth. Go with the persona because then you can fall in love with the image of the man that consistently broke you heart in over 200 film. Watch him now as he mercilessly croons the tears out of you with a raspy tremolo.
Tell yourself the love you feel is partly true because you like it even better knowing it’s partly fiction.
A film about gender politics wrapped in an underground-paper-fights-off-capitalism story.
The men in this film do not physically abuse women but they are gawd awful partners; selfish, solipsist and grossly entrenched in double standards regarding gender roles in the bedroom and workplace. They totally see themselves as the ‘liberal good guys’ and take offense to being seen as the ‘asshole’ even as they personify exactly that.
In other words, this film features men of the real world that real women…
This film is the color of ice.
The tracking shots are designed to force you to never look away, to see what is really going on. (The comparisons to Van Zant’s Elephant are clear once someone pointed them out to me.)
The biggest verbal fight is between a young man and woman and they barely get above a whisper. Barely.
In fact, most of the actors are children and the light has already gone out of their characters’ eyes.
If you are reading this chances are you are neither exceptionally wealthy or poor. But right now, as I write this in March, the year of the pandemic, the world is collapsing around us.
That means, because of the systemic fragility of runaway capitalism, that you are in real danger of tumbling from the working/middle class into the band of poverty below you.
You can feel the danger inside you. It is palpable. You can hear it your boss’s hesitant…