what i don’t know about cinema is a lot
worth spending an evening in an ifc theater with broken ac during a heat wave
there’s a 70s madcap sensibility of the “clueless academic” which i find so charming and, tbh, relatable
perfectly cast film
probably giving this an extra star because I really appreciate the subtle but comprehensive recreation of soviet space throughout this film. I suppose I should also appreciate that this watching this film feels like spending two hours in waiting rooms. It sustains boredom and foreboding in equal measure in what feels like a distinctly soviet chronotope…. But is somehow heavy handed in its themes.
(Brenna is telling me that I have to mention that I nodded off during this and suggested this alternative review:
💤💤💤💤🥱🥱😴😴😱)
I love how pta takes threads of different found stories and weaves them into something horrifying across much of his filmography. I’m a phantom thread girl but this may, objectively, be his best.
On addiction, grief, and dogma. On the suppression of the self, of its desires. On how unavoidable it all is.
really grateful for a second viewing in a theater.
upon second viewing, this really is another addition to my central thesis on grief.
too be overly candid on letterboxd aka my diary, i’ve become so scared of grief. i’ve lost someone important to me every year since 2019 and my childhood was shaped by loss and sickness, too.
i realized while watching this again and anticipating the end that i am spending this year waiting, scared of how much i…
