The fact there was a Hollywood director using his power to do slow films like those has become a little bit of American film history. This even before the digital revolution took over, the film is as great as ever.
All the vignettes, how it's weaved and structured, they set in all at once. The slow films plant the seeds and blossom in the days after. One criticism is they should utilize the face more, instead of buildings and nature. But Buddhists consider the landscape, the world, on the same plane as the face. It is playing to the memories.
Then that it's Cobain is an entire movie inside a movie that is always registering huge even as it does nothing. This is the biopic he would have wanted. That it does not end on a rock song but some kind of choir is saying something how we only pass through our lives. The subject of the rock star is so great I thought of David Bowie too, in The Man Who Fell to Earth, and his general commitment to the art world. There was this awareness of being a modern myth, a modern Egyptian god, and the only way he could stay sane to it was by creating a professional distance, making his myth a frame he could walk within and out. It's the ones like Michael Jackson, or Cobain, their lives become the art, then they drown in it.
Gus Van Sant didn't continue this style after his trilogy, although occasionally he will put something in his films making you recall them; even now they still remain as important as ever to the American arthouse. And who has followed his lead? I can't think of a single one.
All the vignettes, how it's weaved and structured, they set in all at once. The slow films plant the seeds and blossom in the days after. One criticism is they should utilize the face more, instead of buildings and nature. But Buddhists consider the landscape, the world, on the same plane as the face. It is playing to the memories.
Then that it's Cobain is an entire movie inside a movie that is always registering huge even as it does nothing. This is the biopic he would have wanted. That it does not end on a rock song but some kind of choir is saying something how we only pass through our lives. The subject of the rock star is so great I thought of David Bowie too, in The Man Who Fell to Earth, and his general commitment to the art world. There was this awareness of being a modern myth, a modern Egyptian god, and the only way he could stay sane to it was by creating a professional distance, making his myth a frame he could walk within and out. It's the ones like Michael Jackson, or Cobain, their lives become the art, then they drown in it.
Gus Van Sant didn't continue this style after his trilogy, although occasionally he will put something in his films making you recall them; even now they still remain as important as ever to the American arthouse. And who has followed his lead? I can't think of a single one.