In which I continue to ignore all of the Hugo talk and do my own selfish thing.
I saw Take Shelter without you guys.
At the Art Mission. Ugh.
The first 5:15 screening. This has been my most anticipated film for months now. I couldn't wait.
To say that I was disappointed is an understatement.
The problem is that I can't discuss my problems with the film without discussing the ending. And I don't want to spoil the ending. I can't even discuss my favorite moments because I want you to experience them directly instead of experiencing them while thinking, "That's the shot that John loves," or, "There's the moment that John said perfectly encapsulates the inner turmoil of a man struggling to provide for others while he can hardly care for himself." Bleh.
Therefore, this post remains a short and frustrated one.
Here's the thing. Y'all should see Take Shelter. It's worth seeing. Nichols remains one of the few American directors that I get really excited about.
There are images/moments of beauty in Take Shelter that rival anything else this year or any other year. It is often a beautiful film [though not in the same way that Melancholia or Tree of Life are often beautiful. Nichols' style is more efficiently economical and narrative-driven]. There are images/moments in Take Shelter that are so terrifying that they rival any horror film of this or any other year.
I repeat myself. Take Shelter is absolutely worth watching. Go see it.
We'll talk about it later.