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I finished it over an hour ago and I’m still thinking about it. Very often I finish a film and think I’d like to watch it again someday, but this is the first time I’ve wanted to rewatch one the very next day. It’s a perfect film. I know this is the kind of cringe thing Drake would say, but I literally shouted during one scene, and in at least three others I got chills through my entire body. It was an extraordinary experience, but my desire to watch it again doesn’t come from wanting to relive all of that: I want to rewatch it because it’s an incredible film, with flawless performances, a plot that functions with incredible precision, wonderful dialogue, and cinematography that is not only perfect for this kind of story, but simply beautiful in general.

An incredibly strange film, extremely peculiar and, above all, deeply Kafkaesque. It may be the film I’ve seen that best manages to exist between realism and surrealism. Every character is strange, peculiar, mysterious, yet in the end none of them ever feels truly unrealistic: they’re all the kind of people who, individually, wouldn’t surprise you if you met them during a night in the most eccentric neighbourhood of a big city. But the way coincidence and chance keep making them enter and re-enter the protagonist’s life in this chaotic yet somehow balanced manner keeps you constantly invested in his story. The protagonist himself is a peculiar character: an ordinary man, perhaps slightly sharper than average, who reacts to adversity the way the viewer probably would, even if, most of the time, he finds himself forced to act in a certain way. It’s a film with a very distinct stylistic identity; from the shot transitions to the images of New York immersed in darkness, everything draws you in and helps convey Paul’s growing sense of claustrophobia and panic.

An extremely abstract yet still vivid expression of many things, from melancholy to the feeling of human connection. Too many cats, though.

I don't care about that motorcycle!!!