to see a picture like this, something so wildly intelligent, crafty and playful, is to fully understand how tepid and timid the current state of things has become.

long live welles, mister mix master magus.

there’s two movies here, one that you can see and one you can only feel. somehow you’re watching the movie they didn't make. what an astonishing thing. unreal.

a one in a million movie about possessive love that is utterly unconcerned with narrative or explanation, but which is also never boring or unclear. wild, pitch perfect, gorgeous, ugly and human.

i don’t need to sit here and thump my thumbs on a phone to announce that here is a perfect movie, a noir with as sharp an edge as any and smarter and slyer than maybe all of its fellows - welles on a different mountain top, the rarefied one on which “they” couldn’t let him remain. “ahhhh… french champagne!” is goddamn right.