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Sans Soleil   9/02/21
by crumbsroom
Because of this, I dont think I will ever know what the full shape of it is in its entirety, or what it wholly means.

Cutter's Way   9/02/21
by crumbsroom
There is an inflexibility to the direction its narrative takes, forcing its audience to follow the assurances of its alcoholic and paranoid characters that we are on the road towards some kind of street justice.

Hallucinations   6/03/21
by crumbsroom
But as much as this may be the kind of place where little more than half-awake infomercial watching ever happens, and how it still all seems so depressingly familiar, and remains such a reminder of all my own lost time, the film remains a joyous experience to watch.

Out of the Blue   3/06/21
by crumbsroom
Watching Out of the Blue reminded me of an old pair of cowboy boots I used to wear to highschool.

Wavelength   3/03/21
by crumbsroom
When you stare at something long enough in this room, and the light is playing tricks on you, it becomes possible that anything can be anything.

The Mystery of Oberwald   3/02/21
by crumbsroom
But, regardless, it is kind of amusing to watch him slum it a little in embracing the washed-out world of VHS tape recording and all of its low budget baggage, presumably dreaming of a day that Oscar the Grouch would aid him in keeping his pants from falling down.

The Man Who Fell to Earth   2/26/21
by crumbsroom
We can only watch him as he waits, and as we sit and observe his sole habits of watching endless television and drinking bottle after bottle of gin, the way we pass our time may even seem similarly unbearable in its unenthusiastic approach to living.

The Living Dead at Manchester Morgue   2/19/21
by crumbsroom
With the peculiarity of its soundtrack now haunting the film, no matter how rationally the rest of Manchester Morgue depicts its zombie invasion as being, there will be an ever-present link to some subliminal influence the film has over us.

Hour of the Wolf   2/14/21
by crumbsroom
His had been a lifetime of reaching nothing but eyes, who have done little more in their mortal hours than blankly stare up at a screen, biding their time before one day finding themselves rotting in the stinking earth, just like all the other eyes that have watched his films.

The Killing of a Sacred Deer   1/31/21
by crumbsroom
Just like how I felt at the beginning of the film, looking at that heart, and refusing to believe I have one too.


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