Сразу же обожаю и сразу же хочу пересмотреть.

Сразу же обожаю и сразу же хочу пересмотреть.

c'est très filmbro, david fincher,christopher nolan, Jean-luc godard, truffaut, cave, prétentieux, objectifiant et ridiculement long

mais jpense que c'est self-aware????


c'est un pastiche ridicule de la nouvelle vague pis du trop plein de petite masculinité fragile qui réussi miraculeusement à intéresser autant personnage feminin que jme dis "voyons ça se peut juste pas". 

la petite camera qui suit une femme du regard pis qui, comme un vieux hitchcock sale, fait une sequence male gaze. genre c'est tellement con, mais c'est voulu peut être.

jvais le reregarder c'est trop con, mais j'aime ça

c'est très filmbro, david fincher,christopher nolan, Jean-luc godard, truffaut, cave, prétentieux, objectifiant et ridiculement long

mais jpense que c'est self-aware????


c'est un pastiche ridicule de la nouvelle vague pis du trop plein de petite masculinité fragile qui réussi miraculeusement à intéresser autant personnage feminin que jme dis "voyons ça se peut juste pas". 

la petite camera qui suit une femme du regard pis qui, comme un vieux hitchcock sale, fait une sequence male gaze. genre c'est tellement con, mais c'est voulu peut être.

jvais le reregarder c'est trop con, mais j'aime ça

Essentially just a series of scenes that build up and tear down the relationships between these smarmy academics, their friends, relatives, and lovers. I was reminded a lot of the pretentious young people found in Nouvelle Vague films, but Desplechin obliterates every idea that these characters have anything of value or importance to say. They are all so blinded and so dumb, pretending to know everything but really knowing nothing.

Still, their musings are interesting to listen to and the interwoven web of their loves is as rich as a the plot of any good novel. It’s full of humour and warmth and insanely slapstick happenings that somehow all make sense and feel real. 

It feels like a predecessor of The Worst Person in the World, but it juggles a larger cast of characters and is a bit more loose and messy in its execution. There are no structured chapters to Paul Daedalus’ life—just a tangled scribble of friendship and romance and words and art.

Essentially just a series of scenes that build up and tear down the relationships between these smarmy academics, their friends, relatives, and lovers. I was reminded a lot of the pretentious young people found in Nouvelle Vague films, but Desplechin obliterates every idea that these characters have anything of value or importance to say. They are all so blinded and so dumb, pretending to know everything but really knowing nothing.

Still, their musings are interesting to listen to and the interwoven web of their loves is as rich as a the plot of any good novel. It’s full of humour and warmth and insanely slapstick happenings that somehow all make sense and feel real. 

It feels like a predecessor of The Worst Person in the World, but it juggles a larger cast of characters and is a bit more loose and messy in its execution. There are no structured chapters to Paul Daedalus’ life—just a tangled scribble of friendship and romance and words and art.

so fucking pretty

so fucking pretty