Way way too sober to be exploring the darkness;)
No Andrew mix tape this year: I couldn't decide between imaginary people and real people like Kermit......
James Shamus wrote for Indiewire in his 'take' on the year's films: Art is thus no longer able to exercise its own unique authority over a separate aesthetic realm. It poses no alternative performative practices that undermine and might point to an alternative order to the dominant culture’s performing practices. Haven't seen Good Time that he recommends but Shamus opined something akin to what's been rattling inside my head the past year. Having seen dozens and dozens of movies every month for year upon year this year was a cleansing. This year made me realize just how important films are in our lives, films seeming so redundant in our existence. Mark Boal screenwriter (Detroit, Zero Dark Thirty, The Hurt Locker) spoke of Detroit recently and how filming the real will never capture the real. I hadn't heard this but wrote something in the summer akin after reading Richard Brody's New Yorker review.
And while I've missed dozens upon of films this year that certainly seem worth one's time, James Shamus prompted me to promulgate a few that filmed an un-filmable reality that I know for sure exists: the underground river connecting all of them not just in my mind.
Elles
Personal Shopper
Norman
The Dinner
Gifted
Big Little Lies
