WHILE LOOKING FOR SOMETHING FOR THE PREVIOUS POST, I found this really nice description of the cinematography in Martha Marcy May Marlene:

I could go on and on about the precise little steps the story takes in doling out, and not doling out, information, or the way the lovely camerawork always seems to be sinking forward as if we’re being sucked into an abyss, or the way the background’s focus is always fuzzy but not really in a dreamy way, more like a concussion, more like the world beyond the immediate senses is closed off and unreachable, or the way it clicks together piece after piece until the puzzle we’re staring at in the very end is simultaneously incompressible and horribly fathomable, to but I don’t want to spoil anything for anybody where this wonderful movie’s concerned.

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