waiting until this bang-average fullback retires so I can spend that 19 bucks to change my username
Like many other great films this one has churned around in my head for some time. There are many things to say about this film: how startling, subtle and fragmentary the process of aging itself is, the postmodern cleverness of a play-within-a-play and the literary gauze we wrap outselves in, the unforgiving nature of Caden's self-analysis (and at the end, perhaps self-reflexivity).
That almost-offhand mention of the suggested title for his project, Simulacrum, got me thinking about some things. It…
Within a post-Soviet sanitorium in Kyrgyzstan some darkly comic (and just plain dark) episodes unfold. As the Asian Film Archive's blurb (who have done a wonderful job curating this into a programme on Central Asian film) promises there is a non-linear narrative, but one that never becomes confusing. Instead it is employed to weave in and out of time, much like the strange secrets that cheaply-varnished rooms host, a beguiling moon over distant cannabis fields, or the music of Tchaikovsky…