Beau is afraid. Wow. What did I just watch?
Ari Aster's latest film, a strange, anxious, paranoid take on the monomyth, is quite fascinating in its imagery and its uncompromising desire to plunge you into Beau's terrified mind where everything and everyone is an enemy to be frightened of. Driven by guilt and and an overbearing mother whose love has made him an impotent, bumbling emtpy shell of a man, Beau wanders through sets, is confronted with the vacuity of his life, gets to glimpse at what could have been, and ultimately faces his fears.
And loses.
It's referenced, it's funny at times, it's scary at others, it's beautiful, it's ugly, but more importantly, it just
is. It doesn't actually need to be picked apart to be appreciated, it exists for the sake of existing and transmitting brute, primary emotions through image and sound. It's quite extraordinary, and while I'm sure it will be as hated as it will be loved, I would recommend anyone who loves the art to see this on a big screen as soon as possible. Joaquin Phoenix is excellent (duh) and I don't believe anyone else could have been Beau after seeing his performance. The music is great, jumping from ominous orchestral arrangements, to soft ethereal themes, to a beautiful rendition of George Harrison's
Isn't it a pity by Nina Simone. Everything is great. Ari Aster is great. It's weird, and I loved it.
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