On board the...Spinning Top? Krypton? This is a lot to take in. Krypton's work, of course, is incredibly precarious, since it could be irrevocably erased at any moment. It's also meaningless, since his work involves the creation of an invisible and secret record of Earth's written heritage, leaving the originals to be destroyed senselessly.
Of course, if men are immortal, there's no use for women, so they archived the most perfect woman forever, and she happens to be Krypton's only companion. Krypton is, of course, fascinated with this eternally sleeping woman, and wants to set her free.
It's all sort of on the surface with this one, in a very appealing way. He creates in the final book ever written a vision of a woman who promises to unlock his desire, so long as he rewrites her.
There's a fascinating figuration in this film of immortality as deprivation. Krypton hasn't been given a gift, he's had everything taken from him by immortality. This turns out to relate to the final sentence of the forbidden book, which claims that immortal life is ungifted. At this moment in my watch-through it remains to be seen what exactly gifted life looks like.
This film sort of takes a maximalist approach in a lot of ways. Of course, I mean the writing which always expands the world and adds something new and strange to the setting, but there is also the density of imagery in many sequences of the film to speak of, and the soundtrack, which favors very hyperactive songs. Even when there would be silence, the film often tries to fill it. Now, if I say maximalist you might misunderstand me...on the whole, this film's visual presentation is actually rather muted most of the time.
Also, it's a fairy tale. It's pretty good, although there's definitely stuff I didn't like about it.
"You knew they would capture us. There's a plan. You play your part in it. But what about me? I've lost my protection cap. They've captured us, tied us down. Here we are, all rubbed in salt. The sun is burning my skin, ruining my bio-cellular perfection. That's part of your betrayal."
alt. quote: "Dreams are a gift, you ungifted fool."
alt. alt. quote: "If you were staring down Death, you'd be writing poems."
On board the...Spinning Top? Krypton? This is a lot to take in. Krypton's work, of course, is incredibly precarious, since it could be irrevocably erased at any moment. It's also meaningless, since his work involves the creation of an invisible and secret record of Earth's written heritage, leaving the originals to be destroyed senselessly.
Of course, if men are immortal, there's no use for women, so they archived the most perfect woman forever, and she happens to be Krypton's only companion. Krypton is, of course, fascinated with this eternally sleeping woman, and wants to set her free.
It's all sort of on the surface with this one, in a very appealing way. He creates in the final book ever written a vision of a woman who promises to unlock his desire, so long as he rewrites her.
There's a fascinating figuration in this film of immortality as deprivation. Krypton hasn't been given a gift, he's had everything taken from him by immortality. This turns out to relate to the final sentence of the forbidden book, which claims that immortal life is ungifted. At this moment in my watch-through it remains to be seen what exactly gifted life looks like.
This film sort of takes a maximalist approach in a lot of ways. Of course, I mean the writing which always expands the world and adds something new and strange to the setting, but there is also the density of imagery in many sequences of the film to speak of, and the soundtrack, which favors very hyperactive songs. Even when there would be silence, the film often tries to fill it. Now, if I say maximalist you might misunderstand me...on the whole, this film's visual presentation is actually rather muted most of the time.
Also, it's a fairy tale. It's pretty good, although there's definitely stuff I didn't like about it.
"You knew they would capture us. There's a plan. You play your part in it. But what about me? I've lost my protection cap. They've captured us, tied us down. Here we are, all rubbed in salt. The sun is burning my skin, ruining my bio-cellular perfection. That's part of your betrayal."
alt. quote: "Dreams are a gift, you ungifted fool."
alt. alt. quote: "If you were staring down Death, you'd be writing poems."
