I’m not logging to win, I’m logging to paint a beautiful picture.
“I’m the muffin.”
Thought about how Isabella Rossellini might have felt filming this. The dvd documentary (fantastic) included her talking about being at times embarrassed or worried how people might interpret the film. She said about constructing her character that she wanted to portray a Francis Bacon painting, which got me thinking about Bacon's mention in the amazing Alien documentary Memory, which really informed the art of the creature. Rossellini also said, for the scene when she is naked in front of Jeffrey's…
A five-star movie marred by boomer misogyny. A male hero who’s affable and anti-authority but who’s had sex with an underage girl and who viciously strangles a woman on screen. Alllllll of this movie’s societal resentment is concentrated on one woman in a patriarchal health care system. The only other women in the film are sexually objectified. I’d like to be talking about the many, many things I loved about this—there’s lots to love—but that strangling scene is so explicitly anti-women, when the men running the system are causing exponentially more harm than one woman doctor.
A serial killer hitchhiker less in search of victims than in search of another killer. Turns out Breakdown meets Anton Chigurh is a combination I needed. Something even darkly romantic going on between the leads.
...There is a car crash stunt with two cars rolling in the same shot that made my jaw hit the floor. The final frames too. Watch at midnight.
Made me want to check out Spielberg’s Duel (1971).