As if this movie wasn't going to be engraved in my mind long enough for traumatizing reasons, they had to put Thom Yorke composing this damn perfect score so I keep coming back to it on Spotify and thinking about the traumatizing reasons all over again and how can I sleep now
If I caught this movie unknowingly on a saturday afternoon in some cheap movie channel, I would say "Oh, what a great surpise! I went in expecting some lame-ass soggy crime drama but there's actually some substance, great shots, and wonderful performances here! Sure, it has its flaws, but it's better than I'd ever thought!".
But, since I'm not blissfully ignorant, and I know Steve McQueen directed this, it's a disappointment. The same Steve McQueen who reenacted the pain and…
People like Sheba think they know what it is to be lonely. But of the drip, drip of the long-haul, no-end-in-sight solitude, they know nothing. What it's like to construct an entire weekend around a visit to the launderette. Or to be so chronically untouched that the accidental brush of a bus conductor's hand sends a jolt of longing straight to your groin.
This is drama done right.
This is twisted and has twists, it's compelling as hell and terribly…