Whoops, it happened again. A write-up several months late. I think my record was Oppenheimer (over a year), but the habit to log every first-time watch retains its grip. It doesn’t fade with the passage of time — nay, it evolves into a slow-burn chokehold. A burden that cannot be shaken.
Alas, memory does fade. On a Silver Globe, I hardly remember thee, save loosely the impenetrable surrealism, meditational stock-footage asides, incestuous colonisation, madness ensuing, psychic moon beasts, and unsettling…