Synopsis
The desert can be a silent World
Two friends named Gerry become lost in the desert after taking a wrong turn. Their attempts to find their way home only lead them into further trouble.
2002 Directed by Gus Van Sant
Two friends named Gerry become lost in the desert after taking a wrong turn. Their attempts to find their way home only lead them into further trouble.
Τζέρι, ג'רי, ჯერი, 제리, Джерри, 盖瑞, 痞子逛沙漠
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don’t mind them they just walking
they do be looking kinda fresh tho
Heavily inspired by the films of Béla Tarr and approaching in a similar vein to that of his own 1998 remake of Hitchcock’s Psycho, the films that make up Van Sant’s unofficial “Death Trilogy” includes the man’s finest achievement, Gerry (the other two films are Elephant and Last Days).
Deeply psychological to the point of the abstract, Gerry basically consists of actors Casey Affleck and Matt Damon playing friends as they casually wander and become lost in a New Mexico desert.
What follows are sequences as repetitive and lossless as the characters ultimately become... or have always been?
A trial of patience (for them and the audience) and of fate (the road was right there), circumstance (how'd he get on…
[94]
Second viewing, way up from (an already impressive) 78 ; not too much has changed, honestly, so perhaps I simply underrated it before, although I’ve come around to the ending which left me a bit sour last time. For as much as I’d still enjoy a finish where both Gerrys meet their demise at the hands of the desert around them, that outcome decidedly absolves Alpha-Gerry of the guilt he’s left to face in the wake of his split-second decision (exactly the reason e.g. that THE GRAVE OF FIREFLIES monumentally chickens out) ; the thought of actually surviving such a grueling experience but having forever stained it with irrevocable contrition is thoroughly depressing—I previously misread the scenario as closing with…
A gift from God. It means the world to me. Completely lost in it all, the desert feels endless.
This is kinda like a production of Waiting for Godot staged inside a Taschen coffee table book on John Ford. It's a protracted answer to the question, "How many different ways can you film two guys walking?" (Harris Savides knows!) Its tracking shots mock the very idea of a destination; its buddy comedy dialogue engulfs the whole world in semantic confusion; and its stars seem unconvinced that human survival is something to be taken seriously. Two men, antlike and absurd within the alkaline desolation of the desert—what to do but laugh?
86/100
Fourth viewing (but last seen way back in 2003), no change. Still seems miraculous that this got made as is, with no concessions to commercial viability whatsoever. As pure an act of box-office suicide as we've ever seen. I honestly don't think the film would work nearly as well minus the stuff that makes sense perhaps only to Damon, Affleck, and a few of their mutual friends. ("There's a man perched on the ledge ten feet in front of us.") The inside joke as verisimilitude.
Here's my contemporaneous Time Out New York review, which concludes with me welcoming Van Sant back to greatness, blissfully unaware that his very next effort, which premiered just three months later, would turn out…
The year after I graduated high school, I took a gap year and traveled cross-country with a friend for three months. During our travels, we did a lot of hiking and exploration of the national parks, including my favorite of them all, Death Valley (where the film takes place). Gerry has become a comfort film for me as it reminds me of a special time in my life and the feelings I had in those moments. Gerry is the perfect film to take inspiration from if I were to ever make a film about that point in my life. The silence of the hike and the beautiful landscapes capture the moments perfectly. We're a million miles from home. The fear…
manages to outdo james benning and bela tarr. reveals its queerness in a five second nod to derek jarman. has a monologue about sid meier's civilization. strangles masculine narcissism to death. immaculate.
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Interesting film that didn’t fully click with me. I like movies that feel like a meditation, altough some shots were pretentious and downright boring, while other scenes were hypnotic and fascinating. Now, personally is the desert for me not the greatest environment, it mostly looks bald, monotonous and boring, which results in at times a boring movie since the shots are heavily focused on the landscape. Might rewatch it someday since it has enough potential.