Finally got a Letterboxd.
"Ryan? You hadn't seen Mean Streets yet and you claim Scorsese as your favorite director? Fake fan." - you probably
Well I tried once before and I just wasn't feeling it and stopped halfway through. I thought it must have been the wrong mindset but I've never felt compelled to return to it until now as I wrap up the blindspots in his filmography (only two remain.)
Upon seeing it all come together this time, I will say I do…
I've been sick so I hadn't made it out to theaters to see this. A week later, feeling better and with a negative Covid test, I went and saw Paul Schrader's new work.
Schrader is still obviously most famous for his writing work with Scorsese on films such as "Taxi Driver" and "Raging Bull" but he has proven himself a number of times as a great filmmaker himself with works such as "Mishima." He's having something of a late career…
This is a mess, though maybe it needs to be. It's pretty experimental and is almost more of an art film than any kind of comedy special. What it ends up being is a honest look at a man that needs an audience living at a time when there is no way to have one.
Yet here's the thing. I don't know if celebrating this is even good or healthy for Burnham. Where Make Happy challenged the audience to find…
It's all fake. It's all so fake. You're a performer. Your wife's a performer. Your child's a puppet. You don't know the name of your closest friend. You sing to convince yourself of lies. You won't even swear to tell the truth in court. Your storms are rear projections. Your nightmares are double exposures. You know you're being watched. You hide behind everything. It's not you, it's the alcohol. It's not you, it's the performance. That's what you say. But…