The last cork has been popped and the final flute of Kirkland Signatures sparkling wine drained down to the last drop. Old Man 2023 has gathered his sash about his withered frame and slunk into the night, clearing the way for cherubic New Year 2024–giggly, chubby and brimming with promise.
Or something. In reality, years don’t flip on and off like a light switch. They smear into each other like paint, until everything is the same weird shade of brownish-purple. But still: we all strive to make each new chapter in the Gregorian filing system a fresh start–a chance to break bad habits and begin good ones.
The traditional way of kickstarting these self-improvement reboots is through the maddeningly self-deceptive ritual of setting New Year’s Resolutions–80% of which are inevitably abandoned by February 1, according to most studies. But hey! A sustainable 20% is still pretty good. And for cineastes,...
Or something. In reality, years don’t flip on and off like a light switch. They smear into each other like paint, until everything is the same weird shade of brownish-purple. But still: we all strive to make each new chapter in the Gregorian filing system a fresh start–a chance to break bad habits and begin good ones.
The traditional way of kickstarting these self-improvement reboots is through the maddeningly self-deceptive ritual of setting New Year’s Resolutions–80% of which are inevitably abandoned by February 1, according to most studies. But hey! A sustainable 20% is still pretty good. And for cineastes,...
- 1/3/2024
- by Matt Warren
- Film Independent News & More
The Scottish director is back with a highly acclaimed adaptation of We Need to Talk About Kevin. Turns out there's plenty she needs to talk about too
In one of several disturbing scenes in Lynne Ramsay's new film, We Need to Talk About Kevin , Eva, the mother around whom the narrative revolves, walks in on her teenage son while he is masturbating. He doesn't stop, but leers at her half-mockingly, half-lasciviously as, appalled, she backs quickly out of the room.
"I knew that scene really worked when we were checking the focus in post-production in Connecticut and we had to watch it over and over," says Ramsay, laughing, "The projectionist was pissing himself. He kept going, 'Motherfucker!' every time he re-ran the scene. It was magic. You know you've nailed it when you get a reaction like that."
We are sitting under a giant parasol in the garden...
In one of several disturbing scenes in Lynne Ramsay's new film, We Need to Talk About Kevin , Eva, the mother around whom the narrative revolves, walks in on her teenage son while he is masturbating. He doesn't stop, but leers at her half-mockingly, half-lasciviously as, appalled, she backs quickly out of the room.
"I knew that scene really worked when we were checking the focus in post-production in Connecticut and we had to watch it over and over," says Ramsay, laughing, "The projectionist was pissing himself. He kept going, 'Motherfucker!' every time he re-ran the scene. It was magic. You know you've nailed it when you get a reaction like that."
We are sitting under a giant parasol in the garden...
- 10/3/2011
- by Sean O'Hagan
- The Guardian - Film News
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