Stoker is a wonderfully crafted masterpiece, composed of Amy Dunne’s wet dreams and Ethel Cain's lyrics, glued together. It’s the convergence of past and present into ultimately one being that was determined the moment of its conception. It’s whispers that thunder louder than voices, of the steady flow of blood rather than water, and the unhurried metamorphosis of a girl into the woman she was always meant to be. There is nothing linear about this film; rather, it fades into itself, with scenes disappearing before they are solid and returning between tense moments ready to spill over. Just... wow.
Stoker is a wonderfully crafted masterpiece, composed of Amy Dunne’s wet dreams and Ethel Cain's lyrics, glued together. It’s the convergence of past and present into ultimately one being that was determined the moment of its conception. It’s whispers that thunder louder than voices, of the steady flow of blood rather than water, and the unhurried metamorphosis of a girl into the woman she was always meant to be. There is nothing linear about this film; rather, it fades into itself, with scenes disappearing before they are solid and returning between tense moments ready to spill over. Just... wow.