#21 ·
I knew I had spotted Andrew; he was wearing that green and blue checkered shirt and carrying some sort of satchel π
My first evening was actually quite alright. That Korean wolf film was interesting enough, but... well... the ending felt unfinished, almost nonsensical... though everything worked for me in its own peculiar way. The pacing felt twisted and somewhat grueling, yet I found the animation technique fascinating, and while the score felt like a raw, straining effort, it did an incredible job of underscoring that morbidly noir aesthetic.
The trip to Mars was quite charming. My only grievance was that old lady; she was an absolute nuisance. As for Leviathan... it was utterly strange... in a good way. It possessed this apocalyptic quality, as if within that delirium one might experience after consuming hallucinogenic mushrooms, there were deeper, more concealed messages at play. It truly felt... apocalyptic... almost Bosch-like.
Urban Paradise was just foolish. Leviathan Coastal Wind Dad was... well, tedious, but it held something intriguing within it, a certain murky, atmospheric tension.
Moon and Son was genuinely compelling; I found myself completely immersed in the narrative and the psychological weight of a man who simultaneously loves his father, hates him, blames him, and simply couldn't care less about what kind of person he turned out to be.
My first evening was actually quite alright. That Korean wolf film was interesting enough, but... well... the ending felt unfinished, almost nonsensical... though everything worked for me in its own peculiar way. The pacing felt twisted and somewhat grueling, yet I found the animation technique fascinating, and while the score felt like a raw, straining effort, it did an incredible job of underscoring that morbidly noir aesthetic.
The trip to Mars was quite charming. My only grievance was that old lady; she was an absolute nuisance. As for Leviathan... it was utterly strange... in a good way. It possessed this apocalyptic quality, as if within that delirium one might experience after consuming hallucinogenic mushrooms, there were deeper, more concealed messages at play. It truly felt... apocalyptic... almost Bosch-like.
Urban Paradise was just foolish. Leviathan Coastal Wind Dad was... well, tedious, but it held something intriguing within it, a certain murky, atmospheric tension.
Moon and Son was genuinely compelling; I found myself completely immersed in the narrative and the psychological weight of a man who simultaneously loves his father, hates him, blames him, and simply couldn't care less about what kind of person he turned out to be.
