i know everything about film
ive seen over 240 of them
Bleeds lost potential with each pressing moment until all hope of rediscovery is lost, as the silence of reflection is burnt away by a desire for confused exposition, drowning the quaintly naturalistic habitation in a sea of aimless thought. The purpose of conversing with yourself should be introspection, and capturing it in this format ought to further said growth in a communicative fashion, but this is near impenetrable.
Cute cats, though.
An exercise in the contextual warmth of light's contrast, blossoming at the worst with brilliant fervor to encourage hope even at the face of corruption's overwhelming decay. Possibly drowns too much in the torn threads, missing the thematic escalation of the now severed fellowship, but the time is committed towards fleshing out iconic set pieces and character moments, so it never feels aimless. After all, not all who wander are lost.