Kind of interesting how the film hinged around a sinfully flawed interpretation of Foucault’s adaptation of the panopticon to deliver its purposefully pesky, ambiguous message. And the audacity to homage Woody Allen, whom in his prime, would have nailed this as its director, with an almost existential duty to deliver a TIMELESS film without the performative righteous undertones or vacuously provocative aestheticization of ideas. Instead we got a film that is simply OF ITS TIME, a bigger sin than the…

Once upon a time, about 100 years ago, I went to school when they were still teaching books and encouraging thought, and I watched my first vampire film under the umbrella of literary criticism (you can ask ChatGPT now what that means). I understood the story of Nosferatu as a tale intimate with George Batailles theories of eroticism and transgression: Nosferatu as a visual figure representing the dissolution of boundaries between humanity’s moral quandaries with subjectivity and humans themselves. A literal…

I could talk about this film for hours. Days. Echo and unravel it for a lifetime to come the same way 8 1/2, There Will Be Blood, Tetro, La Jetee, and even Tar occupies that critical space where one blows open the sacred and profane … the banal, the (re)construction of memory, the paradoxes of love, all the manichean constructs, along with the transgressions, unexplained and uncertainty in what existentially boils down to the stark quest for the sublime . 

What…