moody and fatalistic, full of shadows and half-told stories. OK, pretty much sold right there (that and alienating, unwieldy, and haunting)
the lighting and shadow-slants point toward noir; really we're watching a fairy tale. --still liking what I'm hearing.
he lies to Mary even as she begins to reciprocate his affections, concealing until long after the point where she could have learned painlessly the fact that he's Jacqueline's husband. --ughh, Hollywood betrayal. What is his excuse for not revealing this earlier?
very little is defeated in this film, although a few small things might be won. --poetry. It could be sung by Anaïs Mitchell or Leonard Cohen.
Watch it at the wolf-hour and you might never get out. Yipe. I can believe it, reading what you write of your own reaction.
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the lighting and shadow-slants point toward noir; really we're watching a fairy tale. --still liking what I'm hearing.
he lies to Mary even as she begins to reciprocate his affections, concealing until long after the point where she could have learned painlessly the fact that he's Jacqueline's husband. --ughh, Hollywood betrayal. What is his excuse for not revealing this earlier?
very little is defeated in this film, although a few small things might be won. --poetry. It could be sung by Anaïs Mitchell or Leonard Cohen.
Watch it at the wolf-hour and you might never get out. Yipe. I can believe it, reading what you write of your own reaction.