a ghoulish Patrick Bateman, Ceremack delivers an unhinged tour-de-force.
It's his go-for-broke commitment to exploring the darkest depths of human existence that gives the film its soul; thanks to Ceremack, Charlie is a menacing and devastating anti-hero for the post-digital age.
See full summary » It's snowing in Kabul, and gregarious waiter Mustafa charms a pretty student named Wajma. This is a film made by a dying man while practically on his deathbed.
The aforementioned references particularly those to Noe, Refn and Schrader will likely be apparent to fans of those auteurs' work while viewing Wild In Blue.
But Berkowitz isn't recording a covers' album.
See full summary » Against a plain, unchanging blue screen, a densely interwoven soundtrack of voices, sound effects and music attempt to convey a portrait of Derek Jarman's experiences with AIDS, both literally and allegorically, together with an exploration of the meanings associated with the colour blue. A powerful script telling of his life ('I'm sitting in a cafe....'), the things around him (the cyclist who nearly knocks him over to then hurl abuse at him), his lifestyle (I am a cock sucking straight acting lesbian man, I am a not-gay). He goes into graphic details of his medications, his symptoms, his pains.
The lines "Our name will be forgotten in time, no-one will remember our work [etcetera]", and "our lives will run like sparks through the stubble" are adapted from the book in the Biblical Apocrypha "The Wisdom of Solomon", Chapters two and three respectively. A brave and courageous final farewell from a great man. Jarman's Voice Over is the most provocative text about one's own death I know of. Never again can a film maker describe their own death in such a way, Jarman has done it and done it brilliantly. After a few minutes I felt angry, annoyed at having to stare at a screen of blue.
See full summary » A nearly wordless visual narrative intercuts two main stories and a couple of minor ones.
A woman, perhaps the Madonna, brings forth her baby to a crowd of intrusive paparazzi; she tries to...
And granted, there are fragments of these sub-genres to be found therein, but in reality Wild In Blue is as much a horror film as Drive is an action film or Taxi Driver is a revenge film.
Such a premise acts as the jumping off point for something far more subversive; existential.
It's a coming-of-age road trip with booze, babes, crime and counterfeiting.
When his class wins a trip to Portugal, all hell breaks loose.
See more » There is nothing I can write here that hasn't been written before about this film. I tried looking at the floor, closing my eyes, anything to avoid the blue.