Luca Guadagnino was assigned: love triangle tennis. So he directed from the perspective of the ball, sometimes literally.
The pacing and pay-off in this frantic take on love and sport worked for me. Though its racing score kicked in one too many times. Its climatic match indulged in the teasing too long. And I have a feeling that Zendaya's character was underserved.
This evening's viewing: a long-overdue revisit to Wings of Desire. First seen many years ago at my beloved Filmhouse, this was the #film that introduced me to Wim Wenders, who would become one of my favourite film-makers.
Achingly beautiful piece of cinema. How many amazing works did the Filmhouse introduce me to that I'd likely never have seen otherwise? So looking forward to its return later this year...