Kiyoshi Kurosawa’s Daguerrotype (2016) is his sentimentalist streak spearing his shadowed corners into earthtone Nouveau and crumbling chateaus, an exercise in pure ghostly gothic and mercury-poisoned Poe that moves like the dream adaptation of a never was Shirley Jackson novel.
Thinking about the true-crime political thriller STATE OF SIEGE (1972) again
“I would like to explain an organization (Tupamaros) who is supposed to be pacific and trying to do good things, he switched to go to violence, and how that’s the beginning of the end.”
-Costa-Gavras
Of course, I am gonna pick The Blind Dead Series -
Tombs of The Blind Dead (1972)
Return of The Evil Dead (1973)
The Ghost Galleon (1974)
Night Of The Seagulls (1975)
Jacques Rivette’s Duelle (Une quarantine) (1976) feels like a tensely tranquil phantom of Cocteau. This is a sleepwalking Paris of twilight, dusk, and dawn, a waking dream of nightclubs and aquariums as the battleground of sorceress gods of the Sun and Moon.
Agnes Pelton is so hugely underappreciated. really need Hilma af Klint-level recognition for her spiritual, otherworldly symbolism
1/ The Fountains, 1926
2/ Winter, 1933
3/ Being, c. 1923-1926
4/ Mother of Silence, 1933