Review of My Son, My Son, What Have Ye Done (2010) by Jake F — 30 Mar 2012
Watching films by Herzog & Lynch is like your brain breathing deeper. Capillaries open in places you didn't know were there. Synapses and connections meet in fresh new ways. What begins within a familiar framework of woven cliches tips over into black comedy only to push further beyond the boundaries. The humour swiftly flees into the unsettling. At times It feels like what can only be described as a stroke, but then everything swirls and builds into crescendos of brilliance you simply do not encounter elsewhere in cinema.
The first 15 minutes of the film is an underwhelming and slightly odd TV movie. You are left wondering if you can bare to sit through it if it remains there. It does not. Within the following half hour, things calmly elevates beyond it's genesis. Baffling tangents jump in and out, returning and leaving again without warning. By an hour in, everything is dancing. All that is left is to sit in wonder. Poetry in motion.
This review of My Son, My Son, What Have Ye Done (2010) was written by Jake F on 30 Mar 2012.
My Son, My Son, What Have Ye Done has generally received mixed reviews.
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