Wild Sound

It’s a little disconcerting when you catch yourself midsentence and realize you’ve been talking to yourself for hours. In a Scottish accent.

But I’ve been watching Lynne Ramsay’s Morvern Callar today (a truly great film from my current absolute favorite filmmaker) so I like to think that makes the running Scottish-accented self-dialogue slightly less disturbing. It’s a flight of fancy, an imaginative homage, not a psychotic break. Yes, that’s right.

You need to see this movie, though, along with everything Lynne Ramsay has made. She has a great talent for making dirt beautiful, yet still dirt. Not romanticized, not bullshit magic realism. Dirt.

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Yay, someone other than me didn’t buy the Mystic River bullshit. So many critics–even respected ones–liked this movie that I was starting to feel very alone in my bitterness.

Link stolen, again, from Greencine, the best film site ever.

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