I speak for all mediocrities in the world. I am their champion. I am their patron saint.
Watched the 3 hour director’s cut! Wow. I see the scene where Salieri and Mozart are composing the funeral march sort of the same as Pacino and De Niro’s first meeting in Heat. They’d obviously interacted dozens of times before, but never so intimately or with such truth, like they were actually meeting for the first time. In another life they might’ve been friends. Maybe they already were!
You never really shake that feeling of seeing darkness in your parents that you don’t understand yet. The sudden realization that holes are being poked in your perfect image of them, and you don’t know whether to resent them or pity them or all of the above. I don’t like to get very personal with reviews but it’s hard to separate my thoughts on Aftersun from my own experiences, and it’s worth mentioning that I’ve probably never felt so acutely…
There’s something really interesting here that for some reason just never fully comes to fruition - it could be the structure? That we don’t actually spend much time with present day Chuck? The teacher scene got to me a bit, the dancing is fun, but otherwise Flanagan’s musings about the cosmos have yet again failed to move me in the way I think he’s intending. The ending fell completely flat for me. Clearly that’s not the case for most people…
For my money the best film at Cannes, a collection of vignettes throughout time of women who feel alone but are cosmically intertwined. Mascha Schilinski’s vision of womanhood is steeped in morbidity but endlessly cathartic, with blood and sweat and tears and some images that will stay with me forever.
My full ranking is up as a list, and I discussed what I thought were the best films of the fest on YouTube!!
I get it Tim if I was dating Monica Bellucci I would also write her into my movie for no reason
Oppenheimer’s girl dinner: a metric ton of cigarettes and a total of two clementine slices
