the miseducation
and hence, … therefore, … furthermore …
crushing.
and such an all-timer performance from Tom Hardy. WHAT
(bless Idenkimifah for the rec.)
more: i think it’s disappointing too (for the industry, not the actors) that Hardy & Cumberbatch went on to do more of blockbusters than roles like this one
also it’s either the shot-reverse shots here were so good or i somehow noticed them more
hmm, what else?
feels like a surrealist painting of (what makes) the meaning of a man’s life; his memories, present life and dreams the brushstrokes, overlapping one another, imbricating, and rendering the viewer as the final arbiter of this meaning.
of course the first thing i’m talking about is the camera: so ridiculously unpredictable & sentient. a mind of its own, really. cinéma vérité in a mash-up with stilted scenes & a stupid range of shots — from wide to cowboy to pan to static to tracking and establishing; it’s mayhem.
then there’s the narrator, man. their account percusses you like words out of a novel; the depth of it, the omniscience, reflections, & stream-of-consciousness approach. then there’s how they dabble into the lives…