June 21, 2011 / Filmwell
If you would’ve told fans of Takashi Miike five years ago that their favorite enfant …
Here I am hunched over another
impression of the brain with its wads
of flat batting and weird yarn, thinking how
can I read these films without a light board—
“Interpreting the Film” is a tragic poem about a different type of film, but a slight shift in the semantic domain of the word makes it applicable nonetheless. Perhaps there is another great metaphor for film in here somewhere: Good cinema is diagnostic.