The Anna Karina of the American cinema.

Gave in and took a peek: http://www.festival-cannes.fr/assets/Image/Direct/045904.pdf

"On a 2nd viewing, ``The Killer`` immediately leaps from the ridiculous to the sublime...The violence is a direct and pure extension of the drama, an externalization of the characters` raging emotions...A movement metaphor-a gesture as grand as those of a Jackson Pollack painting or a Twyla Tharp ballet." - Dave Kehr Didn't think this would happen. A week later I'm rid of any 'camp' preconceptions and FEELING this.

Sublime.

Can't decide what was more unexpected. The deer or Gwyneth Paltrow getting her head sliced open in Contagion?

Entrancingly bleak.

Is this movie as cynical/nihilistic as I think it is? Something about turns me off; can't quite pinpoint what it is.

Moments immortalized in stubborn pursuit of the impossible: dark gives way to bursts of memory drenched in diffuse light; the exchange of a cigarette stops time; an undressing lover glorified as towering shadow; the self (frozen in mirrors) joins the art on the walls; a swell of music (mentioned diagetically) seems utterly non-diagetic. "A fire about to be extinguished" already rekindling in our imagination. Cinema.