This is one of those movies you find yourself thinking about again and again years after you see it.
It contains perhaps the most poetic moment in cinema, the patient gift of the honey bushes.
I might compare this movie to going to see IMax, or 3D for the first time. Though there is nothing technologically unusual about it, it feels like a new kind of cinematic experience. It drags you along in a magical sort of way.
It is no secret that Harry dies early in the film. His death experience is utterly unnerving the way it seems so real, strange and yet plausible with none of the schlock usually associated with such depictions.
It contains perhaps the most poetic moment in cinema, the patient gift of the honey bushes.
I might compare this movie to going to see IMax, or 3D for the first time. Though there is nothing technologically unusual about it, it feels like a new kind of cinematic experience. It drags you along in a magical sort of way.
It is no secret that Harry dies early in the film. His death experience is utterly unnerving the way it seems so real, strange and yet plausible with none of the schlock usually associated with such depictions.