Great!! I’ve been reading Walter Benjamin essays on the nature of storytelling (in many versus novel writing), essays written when film was still new and boy, I think he’d liked to have seen some Wes Anderson. Pretty neat how film can create whole new hooks in a storyteller’s cadence versus a novelist’s: the outwards and universal, versus the inward and personal. Green tights, striped grenades in a wooden box, the shape of men squeezed into a boat cabin squeezed into…
“It’s alright Pearl, it’s only a man.”
One of the most immaculately made movies I’ve ever seen.
So you know when you watch a movie and you leave the theater and you feel the world of the movie still hanging onto you, like you’re walking around in that movie’s reality for a little while?
This movie was the opposite of that.
It felt like the movie was walking around in what it feels like to be alive in this world and I don’t think I’ve ever seen a movie capture just what it feels like to exist before now.
