Probably a strange place to start with Campion. Far from flawless. The first twist is way too telegraphed and the second one is a bit too. Peter Mullan's character is kind of a cliche but it's alright. Holly Hunter's is just the worst. I can't tell if her acting made it worse or better. But damn, this was a really intense, engrossing experience. So creepingly dreadful. I watched a lot of it kind of hungover, and I don't know if it's because I rarely drink or if it's like this for everyone, but I find the day after I'm in such wasted, listless spirits. Anyhow I think my mood matched up perfectly with the mood of the miniseries and there was a kind of Humean bootstrapping going on, cuz damn I was tapped into it. Elizabeth Moss deserved the Globe just as much as Bryan Cranston, she's one of the best actors working as far as I'm concerned. David Wenham is great too. He was one of my favorite parts of LOTR back in the day and I was glad to see him here; in fact, they could've had a lot more of him. I also like the subtle ambiguity regarding the first twist at the end.
So many little things I liked but I'm not sure the style or sense of humor are really for me. Shared problems I have with some of Godard's oeuvre, not incidentally. It kind of reminds me of the half of Prenom Carmen I made it though. Probably worth returning to at some point. This and Carmen.
The problem I have with city symphonies is that they're either too ambitious and fall hopeless short of capturing the whole city or they focus on one aspect and have disproportionally irksome parts that don't pertain to that aspect. This leaned toward the first type but it was beautifully enough shot to make it one of the better ones I've seen.
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