2016-10-22 • 0h 7min
Through a structuralist and simultaneously ambiguous form, the image's reality treads closer to the abstract, leaving the sunset and trees behind. As we enter the image's gloaming, it reveals its true eye: reality's pure haptic energy, where there is nothing but sonorous light, and the dregs of the Unknown.

Sleep Has Her House

Dolemite Is My Name

Joker

Fear Street: 1666

Bigil

Twin Peaks

Parasite

Flow

Heretic

T-34

Primal Fear

Ready or Not

The Brutalist

Cold War

The Naked Gun

Joker: Folie à Deux

Sinners

Pacific Rim: Uprising

Border

Queer