coffee’s review published on Letterboxd:
some of 2019s very best. plays like a trip into the bended reality of Yorke, with his sometimes cacophonous melodies providing a strange kind of insight into his own little head. anderson moves the camera around very loosely, with not as much a sense of restriction but as a sense of freedom. he’s the perfect choice for this job, with everything from Yorkes own expressions to the way he touches hand with Dajana resembling the way yorkes own dream of a reality plays. the wall scene is one of those euphoric, life fulfilling moments in cinema where everything just lines up and it’s fucking perfection. the editing is also very frequently pretty chaotic, while still allowing the viewer to breathe and take everything in. and the choreography is spellbinding in its own carefully controlled chaos, with the way it’s jarring and sudden movement tells its own little story, and how it meshes into the freely moving dancing of the latter half. beautifully executed stuff.
none of this mentions, of course, the music itself which is about as invigorating as Yorke gets. the electronic pulsations and whining synthesizers used as the backdrop to the endless falling and sudden movements in the film is wonderful. his dreamy, cool vocals running through the soul of the screen and the events depicted in it did nothing short of glue my eyes to the screen. will certainly be relistening to the album on my own time, to make a separate judgment from the film, but you better be sure i’ll be revisiting the film too.