--and still, the sun

Hard not to love a film which so earnestly defends the right of every individual to identity. Capitalist warmth is unmasked as cruelty with the same grace as masked men are gifted centre frame. The film is not one of forgiveness nor moral relativism but recognition. Our preacher carries the weight of a brutal history which the film asks us not to forget, we first meet him with pistols and his closest bonds were those forged by war. The Klan imagery…
so strange seeing people giving this shit a half star. what’s killing cinema is dismissive, reductive people making baseless and ill-informed criticisms on art. while obviously karsten runquist isnt much of an artist, nor someone really worth defending; all i’m saying is that that line of thought is far more harmful to cinema and art as a whole than some youtuber who’s ionate about film, experimenting with another form of the medium in quite possibly the most inoffensive 30 seconds of all time. literally who cares.
y’all are so weird.