My Lettrboxd review of Possession (1981) consisted of three letters: “w,” “t” and “f.” That’s it. That’s the only thing I could think to say.
I normally don’t like being condescended to, but in this instance I long for it. I want you to explain this film to me. Explain it to me like I’m five. Sit me down, pat me on the head, give me a juice box and tell me WHAT THE HELL I JUST WATCHED.
Listen, I wanna be smart. I wanna sound smart. I wanna say “Hey, isn’t this film a gonzo way to examine divorce or infidelity or…uh…uh…the…Cold…War?” I want to say that. But can I? I feel like I’m taking crazy pills.
So if you’ve ever wanted to talk down to me like I’m a complete idiot, and–let’s face it: who hasn’t?–now is your chance. Tell me what this is. Tell me what to think! I’m desperate.