What a brilliant piece of cinema this is - its vision powerful, its execution unerring, from the (at times literally) skyscraping heights of realised imagination to the uncanny, unnerving, unfinished shadows lurking just beneath consciousness for us all (personified in Mal) and all at such a vividly kinetic whirl. I just finished re-reading The Crying of Lot 49 (more on that later) - 'shall I project a world?' indeed.
(first time, second time)
(first time, second time)
