A franchise wherein the ever decreasing vocality of the protagonist represents the ever increasing demand of his creators and audience. Less words! Less plot! More bullets! Humans as capitol! Souls as capitol! 20! 26! 40!
Also that Hotline Miami sequence got me more excited than I think a theater experience has ever gotten me
1,000th logged film
I also just happened to be watching this on my laptop in the same room as my roommate playing Skyrim. Total happenstance.
Hartley’s Henry Fool is a Freudian monolith that sets out to capture the ethos of creative development and American degradation. Each character is appropriately layered with infinite ineffable frustrations easier felt than articulated (yet Hartley somehow does both in his hyper-literate fashion). The film effectively compartmentalizes the tense dichotomy of the ego, super ego and id that goes into every one of my creative and social functions.
This is exactly my bread and butter: a super stylized, course, surreal and…
You can build the skyscrapers as high as you want, but they’re going to be empty.
