Virgin Suicides vs. Dead ManVirgin Suicides"We felt the imprisonment of being a girl. The way it made your mind active and dreamy and how you ended up knowing what colors went together. We knew that the girls were really women in disguise, that they understood love and even death and that our job was to create the noise that seemed to fascinate them. We knew that they knew everything about us and that we couldn't fathom them at all."
Dean Man "It is strange that you do not remember any of your poetry, William Blake."
While trying to write about each movie individually, I realized that I have similar things to say about the two movies. Both movies are a quiet telling of a horrific story. Both are marked by great performances and notable cinematography. Both movies are subtle, just barely there. They stick with you more as a feeling or an image rather than something concrete you can grab onto. Both grab you in the beginning and hold you easily through the middle and fade a little toward the end. In whatever humor you can take from both, they are both dark in tone.
Neither movie pushed through the bracket with much vigor and I myself have no strong conviction that would lead me to an obvious pick. Both would require multiple viewings to fully grasp. For that reason, I based my decision on which movie I would go back to first. There is something rough about Dead Man
that leaves me a little disconnected. Virgin Suicides has a sort of fluidity that I would like to revisit. Virgin Suicides