so haunting, devastating and beautiful, the ending gave me chills. it made me want to die in the way only a Bergman film can make me want to die.

gorgeous film, though i couldn’t connect with it in the way i wished i would. it’s ironic because i really liked Zabriskie point and Antonioni’s work in general, but the passenger couldn’t catch my attention for some reason, which feels like a cardinal sin to admit. i’ll likely rewatch it at some point soon

when no one got me, i know new french extremity female directors utilizing cannibalism as a symbol for repression in their arthouse body horror films got me

if there's something the french do well it's gotta be homoeroticism and socialist propaganda