Io sono l’amore. Luca Guadagnino. 2009.
This film starts off extremely well, and then gets all sweaty. At then end they go full Sirk, and it’s glorious, but the middle part is problematic.
I love the soundtrack by John Adams.
(The blu-ray I bought didn’t have Enligsh subtitles, so I had to pirate a copy off of the interwebs to see it. How come pirates have the stamina to provide subtitles when the people who sell the blu-rays don’t?)
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The Limits of Control. Jim Jarmusch. 2009.
I didn’t mean to re-watch this film (I saw it last summer), but it was just too good. That Jarmusch guy, man.
And Isaach De Bankolé! He’s so enjoyable to watch. I think all films I’ve seen with him in have been great? Chocolat, White Material, Coffee and Cigarettes… Perhaps I should do an Isaach De Bankolé Project next?
*five minutes pass*
It kinda looks like the bulk of his films aren’t available subtitled in any language I understand. Oh, well.
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The Curious Case of Benjamin Button. David Fincher. 2008.
If some director were to design a movie purely culculated to be nominated in all Oscar categories, it would look just like this turd.
Whaddayouknow.
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Burn After Reading. Joel and Ethan Coen. 2008.
This was hilarious. Easily the best Coen film I’ve seen. It was slightly let down by its last third when some things turned all serious, which didn’t suit the film at all. Third act syndrome.
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