a fragile thread of memory suspended in time, where past and present fold into one another. it speaks in the language of dreams: elliptical, luminous, and tenderly disted.

a symphony of violence and vulnerability. 

steeped in a kind of bruised catholic mysticism, where penitent sinner seeks absolution not through prayer, but through punishment.

“get the hand grenades…”

a critique on oligarchic excess, the amoral perception of wealth accumulation, and deep-state machinations—where destructive power is masked by bureaucracy and civility, contrasted by a sincere exploration of faith, atonement, and the quiet possibility of grace.

“we wait for something. we hope, we lose hope, we move closer to death. finally, we die.”

time as an all-encoming force—deliberate, and full of portent. fire consumes the familiar; water reflects the infinite. the natural world is warped into a vessel for metaphysical dread and hope.

a final benediction from a dying artist who still believes in the sacred power of the human soul.

“all we got is our misery, joe kenehan used to say, and the least we could do is share it.”

a complex interplay of class, power, violence, exploitation, and the human cost of industrial capitalism; a moving, nuanced portrayal of a people’s fight for dignity and liberation. 

one of the most necessary and important films ever made.

“to ask is always the desire to know. yet the preservation of simple human truths requires mystery. the mysteries of happiness, death, and love. to think about it is to know one's day of death.”

a philosophical exploration of memory, grief, and the ineffable depths of human consciousness. a slow, meditative reflection on the nature of reality and mankind’s inherent existentialism.