The Beast

“There must be beautiful things in this chaos.” pain and old traumas re-emerging as a beast, permeating through distant intervals of time. echoes of lost connections and forgotten glances transcending time and space, rapidly reaching towards you all at once. something is happening. you don’t know what, but it’s something. its coming and its ready to pounce. past, future, and present subtly blending into one concoction of brief glimpses of beauty and tragedy. what has happened before will happen again. cycles of hurt. actors built to fill in predetermined roles. stop, play, rewind. haunted and abandoned places filled by ghosts of the Old. the world is collapsing. perfectionist transcendence achieved through Purification of the heart and soul. choose to forget or choose to die. genuine emotion and authenticity are slowly being replaced by artificiality. the only reasonable reaction to this horrifying, seemingly never-ending hell? scream. scream as loud as you can, but the angels won’t hear you. placing all my bets that this will be considered a modern classic in the future. equal parts optimistic in its search for love and humanity in a hopelessly digital age while also being unflinchingly bleak. there’s a deep cosmic dread in this that’s honestly quite horrifying. that house intrusion scene may very well be one of my favorite scenes of all time. Lynch-isms, Rivette-isms, and Kaufman-isms are obviously all on full display, yet are still shifted into a wholly singular true blue (evergreen) masterpiece. absolutely monumental work. film of the decade?