Sanctuary takes me back to a time.
Tag: movie
I hadn’t heard of Charlotte Salomon before I watched this. It makes me wanna go to Amsterdam to see her work.
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Dead of Night, 1945 British anthology horror film, made by Ealing Studios. The individual segments were directed by Alberto Cavalcanti, Charles Crichton, Basil Dearden and Robert Hamer. It stars Mervyn Johns, Googie Withers, Sally Ann Howes and Michael Redgrave. The film is most remembered for the concluding story, which features Redgrave and concerns a ventriloquist’s malevolent dummy.
Dead of Night, 1945 British anthology horror film, made by Ealing Studios. The individual segments were directed by Alberto Cavalcanti, Charles Crichton, Basil Dearden and Robert Hamer. It stars Mervyn Johns, Googie Withers, Sally Ann Howes and Michael Redgrave. The film is most remembered for the concluding story, which features Redgrave and concerns a ventriloquist’s malevolent dummy.
The Killing of a Sacred Deer is weird in the way a short story in the New Yorker is weird, by which I mean unsatisfying. The characters speak strangely and the movie doesn’t wrap things up neatly. But it is intense, and you wait for the turn that eventually declares itself. After that turn–perhaps to movie’s point–life goes on.
If I took anything away from this, it’s that no sacrifice is great enough to atone for our sins. We continue to exist. The cost of that existence is paid by the weak, and we are quick to forget it beneath the trappings of our privilege.
The Killing of a Sacred Deer is weird in the way a short story in the New Yorker is weird, by which I mean unsatisfying. The characters speak strangely and the movie doesn’t wrap things up neatly. But it is intense, and you wait for the turn that eventually declares itself. After that turn–perhaps to movie’s point–life goes on.
If I took anything away from this, it’s that no sacrifice is great enough to atone for our sins. We continue to exist. The cost of that existence is paid by the weak, and we are quick to forget it beneath the trappings of our privilege.
I know Character Actress Margo Martindale anywhere!