One of the worst movies I can recall watching. NWR is such a pretentious windbag and people really eat this shyt up
.
*wind blows strongly through an open window and scatters some loose leaf paper throughout the room*
*actress slowly walks into a the blue illuminated room as the curtains continue to sway*
*actress looks through the window but never approaches it. Peering through for several seconds *
*she turns her gaze to the papers flung about the room*
*she picks up a piece slowly and drops it back to the floor. She slowly exits the room as it transitions to black*
NWR stan:
"Oh shyt
! The wind represented death! The window is our life and despite our best attempts to combat death it will ultimately be overpowered by the wind (death). The papers represent entropy and the natural decay of things. She left the room because at some point we all have to accept the absolute certainty of death. It's inconvertibility
. There was nothing she could do
!"
This shyt was awful. I'd love if he was really deep (
), or could actually convey a "deep" thought in the context of film in a nuanced way. One of my majors was philosophy. I love "deep." Kant's Critique of Pure Reason? Deeeeeeeeepppp (e.g., transcendatal idealism
). I don't know what the fukk this was but deep isn't in line what with I saw -- at all.
I can't even be bothered to ever discuss or talk about this film ever again.
Bottom line: trash.