I cried so goddamn much at the final song, about 10 years ago.

I rewatched it recently and was startled by how much of my own disfunctional thoughts were exposed but I didn’t notice then. At the time it was a formless resonance and that certain mystery it creates, but now the connections became clear. It’s a different experience, like watching your former self repeat mistakes you already lived through and learned from. The painful thoughts you have when trying to sleep.

I wonder what I didn’t notice this time that will stick out years from now. Makes me anxious 😬

IMO, the filmmaking aspect is less “what it’s about” and more a byproduct of the theme of forming a narrative of your own life in your head, and how this narrative transforms as time goes on.

I think it gets to be much richer seen this way. For example, you can notice the exact moment it becomes clear that Caden fucked up and is destined to become a bitter old person (the priest’s sermon) (going from memory here, it’s been a while)

A real life example of why a revolution needs an “orthodox Marxist” leadership / vanguard party.

Reads like a koan made by a magical realism writer