The action at conflict with what has occurred, those voices dissenting, not sides of Christ but single face, against nature, against law more. Artillery camera presented, it is the idea of what should be that is marched forward from, Bressan himself is at disarray of what has come of this style. Man on the street conversations, television special, the people's media, mass bodies in single motion, smiling faces, direct push. It contends with that of film's history, the basis of…

Barely art, the absolute bare level that constitutes what we’d call a “movie” and have it still be art. It’s hard to find any meat that justifies this over simply being a shinier variant of the vampire blockbuster, something that once came in fine line around two decades ago — Nosferatu is always film first, horror second. Robert Eggers makes it entirely horror, art walked upon the floor, covered in the muck of his incredibly dark masturbation session. Identity tossed…

Everything that is told of what this movie does for others is exactly what it did not do for me. What is not touched enough in how this film is considered is just how much of it is tied to its didactic nature, and this is because it is sorely, weightfully lost in its way of making substantial images. It's not exactly that there is nothing to grab at, to be a film of such acclaim, I feel there must…