anhedonic pop bressonian, lou reed enthusiast
preliminary notes, silly little incoherent musings about the perfect film;
the opportunity to see this on the big screen was an interruption to my ongoing chronological rewatch meant to elucidate and properly chart the development of bresson's style over time*, but i couldn't pass it up if i wanted to. what is there to say? the greatest work a director has ever performed. his magnum opus, to use a cliché. prior to au hasard balthazar bresson's intellectual development was clear:…
why am i different?
crying over cameron making a woman in her 70's a child again, then making her an angel. there's so much more going on in regards to this being an up to date career-summation which i'll get to after a (hopefully soon) later viewing but at first blush all i could think about was how my heart soared every time kiri was on screen. something about her, something probably not so obscure, spoke to me deeply.