hey, you — ✋👮🏻♂️ stop what you’re doing and go listen to on the nature of daylight by max richter, NOW
its use here might take the cake over its appearance in arrival as the tear-jerkiest piece of music in a film
as soon as those opening notes hit i knew i was in for a proper dose of melancholy
…
the word that most comes to mind when i reflect on hamnet is “beautiful”, referring both to its individual pieces and in the way they come together to form a whole
vibes-wise, this thing is on another level. it’s mystical in the way that rivendell in LOTR is — alien camera angles, slow crawls into dark holes, long-held close ups peering into the eyes of its main characters, shameless allusions to the idea that there’s more to the world than what can be written in simple prose. this world, this life, our relationships — are complex, imprecise, shifting, unpennable without flourish
it’s visually and musically gorgeous, shockingly tight in execution (think of all of the things this movie ISN’T about, an impressive level of restraint given its subject matter), and incredibly well acted
on the map of artists making art about artists making art, this sits far above sentimental value, and surprisingly not so far below synecdoche new york (one of my all-time favorites)
as i write, i think about the power and variety of art, loss, love, partnership, passion and rawness, and belief in one’s self — even as an other
…
the world where this movie is a 10 for me is the world where its sadness hits a little harder. i found it didn’t land 100% — for you it might
train dreams is hamnet for the working man, hamnet is train dreams for artists
this was my first chloe zhao, and it won’t be my last. deserving of its praise. can’t wait to check out nomadland
hey, you — ✋👮🏻♂️ stop what you’re doing and go listen to on the nature of daylight by max richter, NOW
its use here might take the cake over its appearance in arrival as the tear-jerkiest piece of music in a film
as soon as those opening notes hit i knew i was in for a proper dose of melancholy
…
the word that most comes to mind when i reflect on hamnet is “beautiful”, referring both to its individual pieces and in the way they come together to form a whole
vibes-wise, this thing is on another level. it’s mystical in the way that rivendell in LOTR is — alien camera angles, slow crawls into dark holes, long-held close ups peering into the eyes of its main characters, shameless allusions to the idea that there’s more to the world than what can be written in simple prose. this world, this life, our relationships — are complex, imprecise, shifting, unpennable without flourish
it’s visually and musically gorgeous, shockingly tight in execution (think of all of the things this movie ISN’T about, an impressive level of restraint given its subject matter), and incredibly well acted
on the map of artists making art about artists making art, this sits far above sentimental value, and surprisingly not so far below synecdoche new york (one of my all-time favorites)
as i write, i think about the power and variety of art, loss, love, partnership, passion and rawness, and belief in one’s self — even as an other
…
the world where this movie is a 10 for me is the world where its sadness hits a little harder. i found it didn’t land 100% — for you it might
train dreams is hamnet for the working man, hamnet is train dreams for artists
this was my first chloe zhao, and it won’t be my last. deserving of its praise. can’t wait to check out nomadland