Rlly interesting of Safdie to so bluntly articulate the creative thread that runs through all his works / is the driving force of all his characters (in Marty's monologue to Rachel about him having a purpose, and how, being in pursuit of such a specific purpose, he has to live an odd life + make sacrifices).
There's such a feeling of destabilization in all of Safdie's films --- just this fucking insane frenetic tipping over of desire into disaster. Desire…
The artist's burden of only being able to achieve intimacy through artifice + daddy issues = perfect movie :P
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
Dear fucking god this WRITING!! Ending was my favorite kind of ending — surprising but completely inevitable. Tashi said tennis was a relationship, and in that last match this ideology was on full display; you think Art is going to topple over Patrick when he hits that final shot, but instead Patrick embraces him & all the characters seem to find their way back to each other through this one transcendent game (such an insane exchange of desire, power, body doubling, and transference in just one scene) Tennis was only a conduit ………. </3
saw this alone tonight at nitehawk (sacred experience), and i know its bloated / a bit meandering in the latter half / damien chazelle must learn to kill his darlings -- but i just loved being in that world for 3 hours. the ending made me cry. the death and rebirth of film as a medium has happened 10x before and will happen 10x again -- theres something rlly comforting in the futility of trying to hold onto cinema as…
