The Brutalist arrives with a head full of steam and a heart full of pain. It opens with an interrogation and ends with a mystery. It is caught – or it captures – the point of history, of the human...
“No hay banda!” the master of ceremonies memorably declares in David Lynch’s Mulholland Dr. “There is no band!” What he is referring to directly, and Lynch somewhat more obliquely, is that everything we are seeing is an illusion. The concert...
