Review of The Limits of Control (2009) by Tom B — 29 Dec 2009
Who can argue the gorgeous compositions of this film? Another film about films. I was watching Kim Ki Duk's Time and was able to reference five films (Nina Takes A Lover, Vertigo, Eyes Without A Face, and others, many actually).
Jarmusch reminds us of Le Meprise and Bardot, Welles and Hayworth, and the building in Arkadin, Antonioni and Schell/Nicholson. Jack Nicholson. And Coffee And Cigarettes, the circularity of subjectivity, and the subjectivity of mass and molecules, and imagination, using it to enter into things and leave them.
Wonderful soundtrack. The age of dvds and film pastiches. Are they films anymore? Or are they found bits of paper put together from other bits to make a bit, a crumpled bit that makes a mountain in the image in the mind's eye? Trains, Linklater, you can't learn to plow by reading books, and landscapes, and sleep.
Movies that excite as the purposefully attempt to put you to sleep, where you gladly go and dream intermeshes with the images, and one forgets, as Control points out, whether it was in a dream or a film, or outside a cafe in a Spain that we saw that image of two men carrying a bathtub, or Tilda Swinton blonde-wigged with glasses, or that naked woman in a plastic raincoat.
Fun, fun, fun. Great soundtrack. I was suprised Tesla wasn't mentioned.
This review of The Limits of Control (2009) was written by Tom B on 29 Dec 2009.
The Limits of Control has generally received mixed reviews.
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