Twixt
If green screen and digital photography free the man from the strictures of big studios, I want to watch the films of the free man, even if he’s something of an impassioned daredevil.
If green screen and digital photography free the man from the strictures of big studios, I want to watch the films of the free man, even if he’s something of an impassioned daredevil.
Ari Aster mistakes amplitude for creative insight, inflating a slender conceit about childhood trauma into a three-hour pageant of middle-aged humiliation.
It explores the mnemonic tendencies of the human mind, our idiosyncratic mix-ups of random facts and details, the way our memories often replay out of order, repeat themselves, and morph into falsity over time.