it was the lowest point in my life. i was out of rehab for an amphetamine addiction, was recovering from a mental breakdown, my grandfather who i adored had just passed away, my father was deported and i had to relocate to a new state, my mother lost her job and now i live beneath the poverty line, i am thousands in debt,…
channeling the raw, unfettered yet sexless passion of films like Lean's Brief Encounter and Wong's In the Mood for Love, Le Notti Bianche is a film that grabs your heart and slowly gives it a squeeze until you have no choice but to laugh and then cry your fucking eyes out.
it accomplishes this through the sheer magic Visconti puts on display here. every shot composition is framed immaculately to give a heightened sense of reality. the lighting bursts from…
there's an Indian guy in this movie named Tony Gupta who's apparently half Italian (with a full Jersey accent!) but he works as a spiritual guru for a rich Southern lady in a colonial home so his living is literally pretending to be a flamboyant Indian caricature and wow why couldn't the whole movie had been about him
a deeply cynical film that is simultaneously embarrassed to exist but also meticulous in capturing surface-level aesthetics of its IP for the sake of branding.
a movie made purely to please two demographics:
1. people who use LinkedIn as their main social media platform and view success of a film purely through box office numbers
2. redditors whose metric of quality for how good a film is depends entirely on how "accurate" it is to its source material