Ughhh. I already have a headache and now this. Another Aster drop and the Martin Scorsese worship train is full speed again. “Eddington” hits theaters today and Marty's out here saying it's unnerving and emotionally violent and yeah okay, but can I breathe for two seconds?
Like… Beau Is Afraid barely finished emotionally haunting my group chat and now we're pivoting to cowboy dread and crumbling Americana? I haven't even deleted the letterboxd review I regret posting. I was tired!!
And now Scorsese's pulling quotes like, “Eddington dives right into the side of American life that many people can't bear to look at.” Okay but what if I can't bear to look at it? What if I just wanted to see a movie about something less… emotionally moldy?
The film's shot by Darius Khondji, which sounds classy but honestly I don't trust Aster with a wide lens. I feel like the buildings are gonna start screaming. Or the tumbleweeds will bleed. Or something else “deep.” God help us if there's a dinner scene.
Anyway—what was I saying? Oh, yeah. It drops July 18 and the critics are already fighting in their little glass boxes about it. Mixed reviews. Of course. That's the whole brand now. Be polarizing, make people argue on TikTok, get a Criterion release in 6 months. Repeat.
My cousin thought this was still in pre-production. I didn't even correct him. Let him be free.
Also, not to be rude, but Scorsese being like “not many filmmakers can't do that on that level today” is such a confusing sentence that I almost respect it. Like… did he mean to double-negative? Or is this how we talk now, in loops and contradictions?
I miss when you had to wait for things. Waiting made it feel bigger. Or at least gave us time to process the last horror-boy mind maze before we started a new one.
I dunno. Maybe it is good. Maybe it's a mess. Maybe that's the point.
But I'm tired. And Ari Aster's movies never let you rest. They just… sit in the drywall of your brain.
