Poor Jerry. I had a nervous breakdown after he left me. They say I’m cured now.
So begins The Love Witch, the first of Anna Biller’s films I’ve seen. Truly she accomplishes something with it, something I found it impossible to take my eyes off of. One of my deepest cinematic regrets is that I never made it to Naro Expanded Cinema to see The Love Witch on a big screen.
It is indeed a sight to behold in all its wide-framed, Technicolor looking glory. It’s a gorgeous film to look at. But there’s so much more going on, so many references being made. It’s dizzying. No wait, not dizzying.
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