This movie took me back to the time when I pretended to like experimental theater performed in a dimly lit black box theatre. Keening, crawling, crying... It was all there. I'm now too old to muster up the strength to feign enthusiasm for such unnecessary theatrics.
Actually, why waste my words when the actual dialogue, stage-whispered by Lily-Rose Depp's backlit silhouette through the bars of a pitch black jail cell, capture my sentiments exactly:
"The smells. (pause) The ground. (pause) Damp. (pause) Cold. (pause) The trees blurring. (pause) I'm running. (pause) Breathing. (pregnant pause) I have no human form."
I wholeheartedly expected to see Smith appear from upstage, center and "drop trou" in front of Samantha.
It took itself too seriously for me to appreciate the poignant concept of who gets to define/decide one's identity.
Actually, why waste my words when the actual dialogue, stage-whispered by Lily-Rose Depp's backlit silhouette through the bars of a pitch black jail cell, capture my sentiments exactly:
"The smells. (pause) The ground. (pause) Damp. (pause) Cold. (pause) The trees blurring. (pause) I'm running. (pause) Breathing. (pregnant pause) I have no human form."
I wholeheartedly expected to see Smith appear from upstage, center and "drop trou" in front of Samantha.
It took itself too seriously for me to appreciate the poignant concept of who gets to define/decide one's identity.