1. The Future
Miranda July is the Marguerite Duras of 2011: she infuses her movie with literature in order to make it more truly cinematic, reveals a choreographic precision that evokes physical intimacy and remoteness better than any other film this year, bares her metaphysical strivings in order to explore her most practical and venal fears and desires, fulfills the promise of her film’s exquisite title.- Richard Brody on the year’s best films: http://nyr.kr/uMfPxh
I just watched The Future this weekend. I loved it, but would never have thought that it would be selected as the year’s best film. Guess me and Mr. New Yorker have similar taste.
a thousand times yes
Hated watching this film, had to stop halfway through.
no one belongs here more than you. newyorker: