impulsively put this on to kick off the day because i couldn't sleep. everyone's said this already, but making an autobiography about an assassin just TWO MONTHS after it happened is insane beast shit. even more so how it paints said assassin: constant snare drumming over his monologuing, long fits of rage in the forest, striking imagery of his family's suicides. there’s a weird transcendent feel to it. the movie keeps dancing between painting him as an anti-social loser or a tragic victim and doesn't seem to fully settle on one or the other. trying to depict the life of and go inside the head of someone from the modern age as compared to biopics set decades ago is so fucking crazy. feels impossible to rate this
impulsively put this on to kick off the day because i couldn't sleep. everyone's said this already, but making an autobiography about an assassin just TWO MONTHS after it happened is insane beast shit. even more so how it paints said assassin: constant snare drumming over his monologuing, long fits of rage in the forest, striking imagery of his family's suicides. there’s a weird transcendent feel to it. the movie keeps dancing between painting him as an anti-social loser or a tragic victim and doesn't seem to fully settle on one or the other. trying to depict the life of and go inside the head of someone from the modern age as compared to biopics set decades ago is so fucking crazy. feels impossible to rate this