a horror film only in sociological context until the climax in which it reveals itself as exteriorly horror, only it will only render out as a scary scene in those who may have something to fear in the context of the sociological essay presented the entire hour you’ve been watching. one of cinema’s earliest moments of turning the camera to audience and rly analyzing. it’s completely perfect.
Not a fan of when people condemn this film to pure formal expression and the reducing to "vibes" when there is so much thematically going on under the context of Mann's ever contextually mutating late form that while pretty static in pure aesthetic evolution somehow means something completely different in every single film he has made like this.
Shares the ability to reckon with the context of our sensory experiences interacting with the information of them consciousness affords us in…
the sentiment actually makes me feel a bit worse with how excessively obvious it is the daniels don’t ‘truly’ (whatever that means) believe the philosophical conflict that film hinges off of being the “ultimate truth” that the characters have to interpret in every which way bringing the thematic narrative to its conclusion. I just really really struggle getting behind something that fronts nihilism as “the truth” and feeling ease from it just being a matter of interpretation of this imposed…