Ratings are just how much I like a movie, with 2.5 being probably enough to rewatch.
If newbie director Valdimar Jóhannsson could've decided what he wanted Lamb to be, it might've been something like a take on Hansel and Gretel. It certainly feels folk/fairy tale-esque, with it's looming mists and isolated cottage. Where the Grimm's story uses a lot of exposition on the children's abject poverty and the creativity it cultivated to engender you to their plight, Lamb thrusts you right into the gingerbread house - and it's so. damn. boring. What was the witch doing…
In the snow covered valleys of Utah, high on a horse and with a singular mission is a mute gunslinger who's known only as Silence. Thus begins one of the most exemplary films in the Spaghetti Western genre, and one of the most moving character studies I've seen to date.
Shot in the icy depths of the Dolemites we watch Loco and Silence wage all out long, bloody war on each other in a classic good versus evil motif. We…
The Holy Mountain is nothing like I expected. For starters, it's much more narrative than I anticipated, and while its laden with very striking visuals and metaphors I wouldn't call it surreal as much as avant-garde. None of this matters really, that's just to say that I think there's some misconceptions on how fleshed out and comprehensible this movie seems to be. It's prose, not poetry. And in this way I think it sets a high bar for other avant-garde…