Eyes Wide Shut (1999) - Director: Stanley Kubrick After having his wife confess to nearly committing adultry, a Manhattan doctor is pushed along a night of sex and discovery. ...Wow. This is still sinking in. What an amazing note for Kubrick to close his career on; I have to admit to being alarmed and worried that at this point, the man may have lost his touch, but he certainly did not. Sure, this may not measure at the same mark as previous achievements such as A Clockwork Orange or 2001: A Space Odyssey, but it is no less than a momentous achievement. His direction is absolutely flawless. He managed to work out of his actors some of the best I've seen from them. The story and cinematography had me on edge throughout, and the erie piano score only pushed this reaction further. This is a film I am going to continue to take time to ponder, and process on a deeper, perhaps philosophical stand point.
And yes. It is like softcore porn with better acting.
"Somebody told me when the bomb hits, everybody in a two mile radius will be instantly sublimated, but if you lay face down on the ground for some time, avoiding the residual ripples of heat, you might survive, permanently fucked up and twisted like you're always underwater refracted. But if you do go gas, there's nothing you can do if the air that was once you is mingled and mashed with the kicked up molecules of the enemy's former body. Big-kid-tested, motherf--ker approved."
