Purely as an exercise in aesthetics, the film could be appreciated, but it was tough to get through for the reasons mentioned above. This is the kind of arthouse movie I can admire without really enjoying.
When I was seven years old, I happened across a local TV station broadcast of Seconds early on a Sunday morning in 1976. I caught probably 95% of the movie. In spite of my young age and the fact that it was a black & white film, I was totally transfixed by it.
My opinion of what I've seen so far of the Suspiria remake is...[shrug]...why'd they bother?
Teaching through negative example, [At Close Range] was invaluable in reminding me not to associate with low-life hillbilly criminals.
It's all meant to be heavy because the story's loaded with unanswered questions and minimal exposition, but this just felt like inept storytelling glammed up with a glossy polish. And a lot of droning, jangly noise.
If only the film had been as effective as its creepy score.
It's not a film I watch very often, but when I do, it's not because I'm feeling miserable and seek to compound that misery by viewing the film as a presciently bleak political statement.