Could God Really Be So Cruel? Nine Films That Will Leave You Completely Unsure of How You Feel
Cheating, hot summer affair, stupid parents, pedophile...I think I feel sorry for him, not the parents? I think I'm screaming.
Fassbender having lots of sex--count me in! Wait a minute. He feels nothing--nor do I. Carey Mulligan is sad (again)! Is there something incestuous going on? Would I even care? I feel dirty. I feel nothing (again).
Poor, poor, (Really) poor Wendy. She has to find a job. And her dog. Her car broke down. And she's poor. Finally, she finds her dog! And...promptly leaves her. Why? Why did we do any of this?
David Thewlis is brilliant as Johnny, a caustic, homeless asshole. He's a somewhat less violent, more wordy Tom Hardy--in Bronson. But like Fassbender's Brandon, how good is a character study if at the end of the film, we just don't care?
5. The Butcher Boy
About the only thing I think I felt after watching The Butcher Boy was immense regret for leaving my eyes open. Oh, and nauseous.
I love Lynch, "Twin Peaks," Mulholland Drive, Lost Highway, Blue Velvet, The Elephant Man, Wild at Heart, but this time, he completely lost me. I tried so hard to feel you, bunnies; maybe I should try again.
3. The Comfort of Strangers
Fantastic actors (Christopher Walken, Helen Mirren, Natasha Richardson, Rupert Everett), brilliant writers (Ian McEwan, Harold Pinter), great director (Paul Schrader), gorgeous location (Venice), cinematography (Dante Spinotti) and score (Angelo Badalamenti). Did any of it matter? Beautiful, yet soulless.
2. The Skin I Live In
Warning: May make you want to crawl out of your own skin. Almodóvar flew me to a place I never thought of, nor wanted to go. I followed willingly, excitedly. My head bounced from love to despair, from screaming to silence, from disbelief to acceptance to...so.many.confusing.thoughts. Somebody, please tell me how to feel.
Michelle Williams took me along on an affair with her. I understood. I got her boredom, her melancholy, her excitement over something new, her falling in love. Wait, what? Is she mentally ill? Am I? For a moment near the end--blurred man in the kitchen--I thought she could have imagined it all. Mad, sad, glad?
These have been not so deep thoughts with Cindy Davis.