John and I went to watch Anatomy Of A Fall at The Barbican yesterday afternoon. A highly ambiguous, perplexing courtroom drama, it was the most interesting film I have seen in a long, long time. For starters, I have never seen a film switch so effortlessly, seamlessly and regularly between languages. It was done so well that for once I didn’t have trouble keeping up with the subtitles. However, at this point, I think the best thing I can do is to direct everyone here, to Mark Kermode’s review of it. I had thought I would write a fulsome review here today, but when it comes down to it, I honestly don’t think a mere blog entry would even come close to doing it justice. Where would I even begin? I realise that that will sound like quite a cop-out, but films as complex as this deserve to be engaged with properly: it would require an entire thesis at least to start to explore such a nuanced, thought-provoking film.

I certainly intend to come back to Anatomy Of A Fall, possibly after several more viewings, but for now the best thing I can do is to suggest everyone goes and watches it. If it isn’t the film of the year, I would be staggered. It is film at it’s most intriguing and nuanced.

Mind you, for what it’s worth, I reckon the pretentious twat topped himself.