Ok, it's probably a bit too long. But consider: who cares? It's easy enough to lose yourself in this film, so just let it carry you along- what a perfectly crafted mood piece, y'all.

Lasts 90 minutes on a good cast, great editing and some of the strongest atmosphere I've ever seen- I can see it growing on me HARD- if it hit me in another mood, this seems like the kind of thing I'd comfortably dub an underseen masterpiece. Needless to say, now was not quite the right mood. I look forward to revisiting this at some point, but as of now... not sure there was much there.

Fascinating imagery and a top tier Yo La Tengo delivery service, but I can't help but feel like it's a bad introduction to Painlevé's work- without narration, it becomes a bit hard to focus on. But damn, the soundtrack is good, and gosh, those animals are freaky- I can't hate it, but maybe I'll get more out of it once I'm more familiar with Painlevé's documentaries in isolation.

A low-key fable about the transformative power of industry.

This is 2 hours and 40 minutes long. It consists of precisely 3 visual modes- psychedelic imagery, POV shots and gods eye view. The camera often moves through solid objects. What plot there is is told in between 10+ minute stretches of pure mood-building. If you aren't running away screaming yet, congratulations, Enter The Void might just be your bullshit! It certainly was mine.

A movie can be 90 minutes of uncomfortable visuals and sounds. That's it, all unpleasantness and no plot.

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Too autistic to leave anything I've watched unrated/unreviewed, reasonable enough to know this really doesn't need to be here: the Evan Pincus story

Say what you will about "visual excess", the least realistic part of this film is that anyone doubts for a moment that any member of the Racer family has their heart in the right place. Their name is RACER! Of course they aren't corrupt!

Look I just love a movie where George C. Scott tells a rambling story about fish in an attempt to cheer up his cool priest friend. Unfortunately, to the best of my knowledge, this is the only one of these, but luckily it's not the only William Peter Blatty movie about weird things happening at a hospital, so at least we've got that.

What Larry Fessenden's debut horror feature may lack in subtlety, it makes up for in sheer unadulterated Fessthetic. Full of wild zooms, crazy edits and totally bizarre angles, it's clear that he knows his way around a camera like nobody's business, and as I've come to expect from him, No Telling is an expertly assembled slow-burn freakout with all of that low-budget charm that he excels in. What a cinematic man. God bless this Fess.