Now I am afraid.
What are we if not little fragments of our past? The irony that life is so unforeseeable yet so governed by our past is one to reflect upon. As the title so accurately suggests, sometimes our past feels so isolated that it literally feels like a past life, a life that needs to be brought back to consciousness by hypnotic regression therapy, a life we barely have any recollection of and are imperceptibly conscious of how it impacted us, a…
Ok. I feel like I’ve been through SO MUCH in the past 2 hours. A great film if you want to be overly stimulated visually and experience the love for filmmaking for the sake of filmmaking.
Nice message overall but by hammering it so much, I feel it got a bit lost and repetitive throughout the end, especially during the last (in my opinion, unnecessary) 20 minutes. Also, turns out there IS such a thing as too much slowmo.
Generally, a film very well done that celebrates the art of filmmaking and visual effects. Oh, and some good kung fu scenes in there as well.
Goddamnit. So much screaming. So much testosterone. Don’t really know what to do with myself rn.
Eggers surely didn’t hold back… not even a bit. A true masterpiece in every sense and a feast to the eyes. Visually perfect. One-tone performance by Skaarsgard, slight overacting by Anya Taylor-Joy, great performance by Kidman, and Defoe is always a pleasant surprise, not to mention Bjork. The blur between reality and fantasy is nicely portrayed. Every scene, every dialogue, every single thing is there for a reason.