your little nosferatu
Gah. Another entry to the Most Awesome Australian Films list: Look Both Ways. Recced by Cute Boy at Video Store and boy, did he do well.
I started watching it yesterday, instantly liked and then gradually loved it, and omigod was completely thrown off balance when the fucking DVD began to fuck up halfway through the film, just when I was sure they were about to sleep together. I had to take it back today, get him to clean it and he gave me another with warnings that it may be a manufacturing problem. As it was, it kept freezing and skipping all the way to the very last scene. But omigod, so worth it!
Loved the cinematography, totally adored the animation device, fascinated by the structure and the characters and argh so many little stories unfolding so very quietly in that great sparsely voiced Australian style. The dialogue was note perfect, walked that fine line of saying just enough to draw you in and break your heart with emotive truth. And god, the rain came down with such great effect, such a release and a gradual rebirth.
Even with the frustrations of a skipping DVD, I cried.
A film about death and dying that was just absolutely, absolutely wonderful.
As usual, I agree a bit more with Margaret than David.
And now that I've actually watched William McInnes for a full feature, I'm slightly gobsmacked by the physical perfection of that man. So beautiful while still retaining total normality. The kind of man you pass on the street and remember for the rest of the day. Gah. The kind of man who really doesn't need to wear clothes. Really. They look totally unnecessary. Never mind that he's an excellent actor, too. Every expression, every nuance was true.
And that kinda went for every actor. Liek woah. The card scene totally broke me. Omg. *stuffs fist in mouth*
Man, I couldn't have hoped for anything better from a movie with this blurb: Meryl imagines disaster coming from every direction, train crashes, man-eating sharks, baby-eating killer whales ... and then there’s Nick.
Totally. Amazing.
Which, yes, fully made up for the absolute disappointment of Broken Flowers. I pretty much loved that movie all the way up to the final scene. And then felt completely cheated. Where the fuck was my resolution, Jarmusch?! Even if you weren't going to give us a factual resolution, could have given us some emotional closure! Aargh! I hate shit like that! And don't tell me life's like that, I know life's like that, art's supposed to improve on life, remember?! URGH!
Fabulous use of silence, great music, excellent script and acting and cinematography. Totally let down by the end. It was quite literally like the movie ended the very moment before he reached some emotional realisation. And while I can grudgingly applaud the intellect of that, mostly I just feel fucking cheated. Not cool, Jarmusch.
Bloody lucky for you I love Dead Man so much. *scowls* But then I wonder if I'd enjoy that movie so much had I not devoured Peter Ackroyd's biography of Blake so many years before. Hrrmmmm.
In other news, we're going to see Laurie Anderson on a Sunday in October. And Nick Cave on the very next Monday. Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!
I started watching it yesterday, instantly liked and then gradually loved it, and omigod was completely thrown off balance when the fucking DVD began to fuck up halfway through the film, just when I was sure they were about to sleep together. I had to take it back today, get him to clean it and he gave me another with warnings that it may be a manufacturing problem. As it was, it kept freezing and skipping all the way to the very last scene. But omigod, so worth it!
Loved the cinematography, totally adored the animation device, fascinated by the structure and the characters and argh so many little stories unfolding so very quietly in that great sparsely voiced Australian style. The dialogue was note perfect, walked that fine line of saying just enough to draw you in and break your heart with emotive truth. And god, the rain came down with such great effect, such a release and a gradual rebirth.
Even with the frustrations of a skipping DVD, I cried.
A film about death and dying that was just absolutely, absolutely wonderful.
As usual, I agree a bit more with Margaret than David.
And now that I've actually watched William McInnes for a full feature, I'm slightly gobsmacked by the physical perfection of that man. So beautiful while still retaining total normality. The kind of man you pass on the street and remember for the rest of the day. Gah. The kind of man who really doesn't need to wear clothes. Really. They look totally unnecessary. Never mind that he's an excellent actor, too. Every expression, every nuance was true.
And that kinda went for every actor. Liek woah. The card scene totally broke me. Omg. *stuffs fist in mouth*
Man, I couldn't have hoped for anything better from a movie with this blurb: Meryl imagines disaster coming from every direction, train crashes, man-eating sharks, baby-eating killer whales ... and then there’s Nick.
Totally. Amazing.
Which, yes, fully made up for the absolute disappointment of Broken Flowers. I pretty much loved that movie all the way up to the final scene. And then felt completely cheated. Where the fuck was my resolution, Jarmusch?! Even if you weren't going to give us a factual resolution, could have given us some emotional closure! Aargh! I hate shit like that! And don't tell me life's like that, I know life's like that, art's supposed to improve on life, remember?! URGH!
Fabulous use of silence, great music, excellent script and acting and cinematography. Totally let down by the end. It was quite literally like the movie ended the very moment before he reached some emotional realisation. And while I can grudgingly applaud the intellect of that, mostly I just feel fucking cheated. Not cool, Jarmusch.
Bloody lucky for you I love Dead Man so much. *scowls* But then I wonder if I'd enjoy that movie so much had I not devoured Peter Ackroyd's biography of Blake so many years before. Hrrmmmm.
In other news, we're going to see Laurie Anderson on a Sunday in October. And Nick Cave on the very next Monday. Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!