just saw this at the London Film Festival. i’m beyond blown away.
what seems most important lies at the heart of this masterpiece is a poignant portrayal of broken dreams and their attachment to the very foundations of our psyche.
the word ‘dream’ is so often thrown around, and is most of all often commonplace, stereotypically so, when attributed with careers in the arts. but is this idea of a dream not dangerous in itself, despite the fact it is so easily ‘glamorised’ and poked at?
we often become so attached to that idea, the dream itself, we draw ourselves down to the depths of its formation, reducing ourselves only to that. ‘what would we be without our dream?’ or…