The title, standing tall as a billboard, should tell you how long Hamaguchi’s follow-up to Drive My Car will stay in your rearview. And since the whole thing started not with script but with score, your head will hum with images both beautiful and terrible, from the snow-white cosmos at the foot of Mt. Fuji to corporate stooges discussing the downstream spill of piss and shit via Zoom.
One of my picks for Little Big Screen over at Little Village.
Like watching a dead body float to the surface of a man-made lake, only to realize, wait, that’s me from 15 years ago.
One of my picks for Little Big Screen over at Little Village.
When, where and how The Elephant Man lets us see its subject, John Merrick (John Hurt), at first might seem like a consideration on his behalf, but it’s actually a consideration on our behalf — to protect the audience from becoming no better than the hellbound gawkers who frequent the film’s freak shows. There’s an internet axiom that suggests we still don’t deserve such consideration: “Each day on Twitter there is one main character. The goal is to never be…
