Movie you take a walk after and it's one of the best walks of your life.
You know those lightning-in-a-bottle moments that happen every so often when you're watching a film? The feeling that you've witnessed something so rare, so special, that it takes you to a transcendental plane of consciousness? Well, Stop Making Sense is that, non-stop for 88 minutes, and stays that way every time I watch it.
I guess my favourite band is The Beatles (boring, I know), but Talking Heads is the answer I'm more likely to give if you ask me…
I'm not afraid to admit this has lost a tiny bit of its lustre for me in the years since I declared it my favourite film at 14 - its whimsy and naïve optimism teeter ever the more precariously on the precipice of being annoying, as Higgins' screenplay (and by extension, Maude) tries to balance a genuine anti-establishment sentiment and dark (if self-consciously cheeky) sense of humour with corny platitudes. But as someone whom - with whatever cynicism I have…
The World is Hell: Hopeless Cinema
[more to come...writing something large-ish but I'm feeling worse the longer I think about this and need to go to bed]
Update: More thoughts added
I have spent several hours now performing an exorcism on myself and I still only feel marginally better than I did when the lights came on and I emerged from the interminable hellscape that is this fucking movie. It is a million times more apocalyptically bleak than you could…
Please get over yourself.
My feelings may change, and it's been a hot minute since I've seen any Kaufman so I may be in a weird place with him, but a lot of this was insufferable and crushingly disappointing. Synecdoche, Adaptation and Eternal Sunshine are three films I adore, and here I just feel none of the humanity or creativity that makes those films so special. Sure, there's discomfort and moments of deeply upsetting psychological horror - as a cinematic…