Thursday, June 29, 2017
BABY DRIVER dir. Edgar Wright (2017)
It is less embarrassing to be nostalgic for half-remembered Americana, tactile objects and communicative signifiers of less-troubled times (we know things turn out ok!) when middle-aged British filmmakers feel the same way. Like Lynch without the Jungian unconscious, just an open love letter to an essential, mythic form that must still reside somewhere in us, when you can seek it between the static. Radio waves soak through your skin. A precise tuner is a tool for living.
Posted by Ben at 6/29/2017 08:14:00 AM