

Sometimes, it’s worth giving a film a second chance and your full attention. My only previous experience with 1966’s Daisies was watching a snippet of it in a film history class back in college, I believe of the opening scene of the movie. The film starts off in such a strange, disorienting place that I wasn’t sure I liked the unhinged absurdity the film was going for. So I put off revisiting it for a long time, despite the fact that I’ve made a concerted effort to seek out important films by women filmmakers over the years. Well, turns out I just needed to watch the whole damn film, as its very particular, anything-goes nature takes a while to get used to, but once you do, it makes for one of the more singular films I can recall seeing. Continue reading