At Long Last Love
God bless the ambitious and the brave, who still think in images and ideas instead of effigy and chatter, who risk banality and cliché in search of something communal, who see the invitations in both lightness and darkness, who permit themselves excess in service of something grand, who soldier on without enough money and derive creativity from their own (relative) penury. The Fountain isn't perfect, and its debts are obvious, but it goes a long way toward redeeming the year. More soon, and more here, and here.
Labels: Movies 2006