Diary entries forThe Vanishing
The Vanishing
A methodical build-up, slowly weaving the elements of obsession together. Darkness in broad daylight. Compared to the Hollywood remake (near as I can make out, I aint gonna watch that one), I assume the metaphysical space here wholly supercedes the true crime space there and we're all richer for it. Can only appreciate our modern depths plumbed via the stark influence of films like this one.
The Vanishing
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The Vanishing
a lot of “oh geez man why would you do that” but that ending did fuck with me. Lowkey. good psychological thriller!
The Vanishing
Decent enough film, but what the hell is Jeff Bridges accent work here?
The Vanishing
I watched the remake of this before knowing it was a remake. Imagine my surprise when finally checking this out, and seeing what a deeply unsettling, masterful film this. The performance by Bernard-Pierre Donnadieu is what makes the film. One of those perfectly calculated, and executed, performances that completely digs its claws into you.
The Vanishing
bro that was brutal and kind of bleak. imagine someone loving you so much they’ll follow you to their potential death 3.75
The Vanishing
not a fiber of good intentions in french people istg
The Vanishing
“𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘐 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦. 𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺. 𝘚𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦. 𝘌𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘐 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘰 𝘰𝘯 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘰𝘳 𝘐 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥.” Quelle surprise. Clinical yet light. Carries itself the way the wind would. I guess that’s what life without closure is. You really do have to ride with the tides until you’re brought to little bits, etched details that speak to a larger truth you must craft yourself. The construction of the film itself is Jacob’s Ladder straddled by bones, but not between heaven and earth, but hell straight into the psychosis of a serial killer. And you carry yourself with the wind, the sweet fragrant mystery of it, until the very end that is both chilling and disturbing. But you can’t help but look away. Lynch says, from Lynch on Lynch (https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/168797201-lynch-on-lynch?ref=nav_sb_ss_2_14), “..𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘮 𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘷𝘰𝘺𝘦𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘮. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘧𝘦𝘵𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢 𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴, 𝘸𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮. 𝘚𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴…𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮.” You can’t help but let desperation take hold of a person who wants to know the truth so badly. And it’s a disaster that unfolds in real time, so carefully done, that you too fall victim in complicity. “𝘕𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘰. 𝘈 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘰 𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘩 𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘴.”
The Vanishing
Esto sí que es buen cine!
The Vanishing
the first mistake was deciding to go to france
