The Passion of Joan of Arc
In another year, another lifetime, a time when I was more willing to lean into being a pretentious snob with a big brain, I would have rated this exquisitely-framed, emotively-acted, slow-burn, genre-defining arthouse classic a 4.5, discussed its merits as craft, praised its anti-institutional themes against the church as an organization, gender norms, and general conformity, yet in the last 100 words of a 2,000 word essay no one asked for, I would argue that the paper thin plot, with its singular setting and narrow scope, undercuts the gravitas of the “epic” <PERSON> clearly saw in St. Joan of Arc’s biography, and quickly argue the case that silent films work better for me when the plot is simple but clear, as abstraction feels subjectively obtuse without language behind it.
But bitch, this ain’t 2019, I’m mentally and physically exhausted, and I’m over trying to intellectualize my taste just because some internet algorithm says I should measure my hobby against some list. Because when you’re bored, you’re bored.
If you love this, you’re a smarter person than I am frankly, or at lest have the patience of a saint, so more power to you. But I’m a dumbass with dumbass taste, and at a certain point, you gotta play the cards in your hand, y’know?
Watched with:
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Brian
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