To quote the entirety of the chatper titled "The Box and the Key" from David Lynch's Catching the Big Fish:
I don't have a clue what those are.
The grief I have felt the past few days has been unlike the grief I've felt for any other celebrity. Often times celebrity grief is "so glad for what they put into this world" or "that movie changed my life." And I feel that now. But it's joined by a second grief,…
Some people, when they have taken too much and have been driven beyond the point of endurance, simply crumple and give up. There are others, though they are not many, who will for some reason always be unconquerable. You meet them in time of war and also in time of peace. They have an indomitable spirit and nothing, neither pain nor torture nor threat of death, will cause them to give up.
Peter Watson was one of these. And as…
Deleting my previous log because I’m pretty sure I slept through most of it the first time. (Not on for it’s part. I was a distraught college kid.)
Sammy (one of our two cats) did not like it when Jiji couldn’t speak any more. (Probably he didn’t like that there were cat noises all of a sudden, but I choose to believe that he was invested in the narrative.)
Sometime’s you just accidentally pick exactly the movie you need to see.
Anyways, if anyone has any design or photography work they need done next month let me know because my schedule just got real open.😬
Nolan: So what we're going to do is use an intense combination of sound design, visual effects, and editing, to show how emotionally and ethically fractured he is after the dropping of the bombs. The audience is going to viscerally feel through an expressionism that verges on surrealism just how deeply effected Oppenheimer is.
Me: Wow, that actually sounds like an excellent use of the medium. And what about Jean Tatlock? How are you going to show the audience that…
I’ll decide what to rate this later. I might write a real review later.
For now- I am so tired. This show, this movie- it was a lot of sexist incel nonsense, mediocre storytelling, emotionally unintelligent dribble masquerading as philosophy.
Was the animation interesting and weird and even sometimes beautiful? Sure. But it was in service of nothing.
You know what, I don’t really wanna think about this too much more so I’m gonna give it half a star and say goodnight.
I can’t believe I have to watch four more movies.
