karasu
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L'Avventura: Monica Vitti has joined the fucking pantheon.
I didn't buy the romance though. I thought it was awkward in every way. I feel like I just watched Baloo try to fuck tinkerbell.
La Notte:I... loved these people. I enjoyed the everloving shit out of Lidia's alienation and colorless attempts to cure her ennui. It was so easy to relate to. And Giovanni speaks volumes with his disinterested expressions. His sense of melancholy was so thick that even when he had his tongue down another woman's throat I really wasn't sure if he was being unfaithful or not. Even though they were disintegrating before my eyes, this is one of my favorite couples ever. There was a sense of history in all of their interactions and they handled all of their emotional disappointments with complete and total class. Not relying on violent outbursts or bug eyed rants. Instead they engage in honest and rational conversations. I wonder if people this sophisticated actually exist.
It was also the most beautiful existential crisis I've ever seen. I almost wish life was in black and white with how perfectly the images were framed. There are entire worlds of elegance in this thing that I'm sure I will appreciate for years to come.
L'Eclisse: I absolutely hated the discussion about africans, but otherwise it was a good time. Antonioni's male characters always leave me cold though.
Red Desert : In the house of my dreams I would have a 100" TV affixed to the wall and on its screen this movie would be played in an infinite loop. It is pure art. And if art is a mirror this film expresses everything I am. And, as bleak and stark as it is, I just find that incredibly comforting. Valerio, the precocious little tyke, was absolutely right. Sometimes one plus one equals one. Reality can be cold and callously corrosive at times, and this can cause a disconnect that leaves you trapped in a pervasive fog of isolation. You try to see your way through by latching onto people and following them to social functions but that only results in an even deeper feeling of alienation. Being is a bitch.
Frequencies I was really surprised this movie. I randomly saw it in someone's Letterboxd lists and watched it on netflix. I had no idea I would love it as much as I do. it has a great aesthetic too.
I didn't buy the romance though. I thought it was awkward in every way. I feel like I just watched Baloo try to fuck tinkerbell.
La Notte:I... loved these people. I enjoyed the everloving shit out of Lidia's alienation and colorless attempts to cure her ennui. It was so easy to relate to. And Giovanni speaks volumes with his disinterested expressions. His sense of melancholy was so thick that even when he had his tongue down another woman's throat I really wasn't sure if he was being unfaithful or not. Even though they were disintegrating before my eyes, this is one of my favorite couples ever. There was a sense of history in all of their interactions and they handled all of their emotional disappointments with complete and total class. Not relying on violent outbursts or bug eyed rants. Instead they engage in honest and rational conversations. I wonder if people this sophisticated actually exist.
It was also the most beautiful existential crisis I've ever seen. I almost wish life was in black and white with how perfectly the images were framed. There are entire worlds of elegance in this thing that I'm sure I will appreciate for years to come.
L'Eclisse: I absolutely hated the discussion about africans, but otherwise it was a good time. Antonioni's male characters always leave me cold though.
Red Desert : In the house of my dreams I would have a 100" TV affixed to the wall and on its screen this movie would be played in an infinite loop. It is pure art. And if art is a mirror this film expresses everything I am. And, as bleak and stark as it is, I just find that incredibly comforting. Valerio, the precocious little tyke, was absolutely right. Sometimes one plus one equals one. Reality can be cold and callously corrosive at times, and this can cause a disconnect that leaves you trapped in a pervasive fog of isolation. You try to see your way through by latching onto people and following them to social functions but that only results in an even deeper feeling of alienation. Being is a bitch.
Frequencies I was really surprised this movie. I randomly saw it in someone's Letterboxd lists and watched it on netflix. I had no idea I would love it as much as I do. it has a great aesthetic too.