It feels weird to be so fond of a film that plays as expertly with themes of existential isolation and futility, the spiritual core of which could be said to be Kierkegaard's Either/Or.
Marry, and you will regret it. Do not marry, and you will also regret it. Marry or do not marry, you will regret it either way. Whether you marry or you do not marry, you will regret it either way. Laugh at the stupidities of the world, and you will regret it; weep over them, and you will also regret it. Laugh at the stupidities of the world or weep over them, you will regret it either way. Whether you laugh at the stupidities of the world or you weep over them, you will regret it either way. Trust a girl, and you will regret it. Do not trust her, and you will also regret it. Trust a girl or do not trust her, you will regret it either way. Whether you trust a girl or do not trust her, you will regret it either way. Hang yourself, and you will regret it. Do not hang yourself, and you will also regret it. Hang yourself or do not hang yourself, you will regret it either way. Whether you hang yourself or do not hang yourself, you will regret it either way. This, gentlemen, is the quintessence of all the wisdom of life.
I had always particularly liked how it was shot, where it gives off an almost nostalgic disposable camera vibe that always makes me feel like taking pictures in much the same way that great concerts can make you feel like going home to play guitar. It is additionally impressive that the same guy wrote it, directed it and composed the score.
|