Let's not forget the carnivorous refrigerator!
What?No pictures of the infamous double-sided dildo scene?
An especially powerful film to experiment in theaters!I still remember how i felt sad and lonely at the end of the screening...
Great shots. Was lucky enough to catch UK prem at Lond on Film Fest. We acutally went in with little idea of the overall content. Aronovsky warned us beforehand, saying "In just over 100 mins from now, you are all going to hate me".Ellen Burstyn was also onstage and she just added, "You're going to feel a lot of pain". I'd rate this (along with the LFF prem of Crash) as probably the most intense cinema experience of my life. This is a remarkable film,and though I haven't seen it for a couple of years, I keep putting off viewing it.
Great film. I haven't watched it in years only because it is such a grueling experience. Watching Ellen Burstyn disintegrate over the course of the film was a real soul crusher, like watching your grandmother spiral down. Powerful stuff.
This was one of the two movies that got me really interested in film as an artistic medium.I'm pretty sure I sat motionless in a soul-crushed stupor for about five minutes after it was over. Absolutely devastating.
We're starving over in Rollinville...
Thanks everyone for the comments...Guillaume, I totally agree. I saw it duriung its initial run and those who made it through (there were several walk outs) looked shell shocked at the end. Thanks Steve, That's an incredible story and what an audience to see it with!Thanks J.D.I have managed to revisit it half a dozen times or so and it is still still a wrenching but breathtaking experience. Thanks Jacob, I gotta know...what was the other film?Hey Matthew, I know, I'm sorry. Not to fear though. I have a slew of posts that will be popping up in the next few days over there, including my look at Demoniacs.
Thanks, Jeremy. I was lucky enough to see Darren outside after the screening. Told him his film had left me stunned. He just thanked me, slapped me on the back and screamed "Love it, live it, enjoy it" and disappeared into a mild London evening.
The other film was Boogie Nights. My original teenage (read: carnal) reasons for watching got pushed to the wayside when I got sucked into the story (on a full-screen VHS, no less!).
I still remember unconsciously grabbing my arm after seeing this, as I waited in the subway to get home. I don't recall having such a visceral reaction to a film at any other time. I haven't seen the film since and, as I much as I appreciate its craftsmanship and power, I don't really have a desire to see it again.
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