This compulsion in analysis built the modern world. "You know nothing" rather he's saying, "Stop learning." Rylance is a channel in goodness, also how he survives dangerous tribal societies is the way how journalists hide; always allowing himself shielding to look in harmless non-judgment. Whereas his true thoughts we can intone through our own. 'Seeing as audience.' See also how he brings the whole family into his studies, meaning, enlightenment awareness is contagious. He is a prophet bringing our context to them. "Observing the unknown world by the hand." He endlessly seeks from his vacancy into a full immersion. Even so much as an asexual becoming sexual; the adventure becomes wholly explored as if another scientific checklist. "How fascinating I've loved, had children, been betrayed and lost everything, anyway shall we be off then?" Does he even care about anything but bugs? Even after its shocking twist, his feeling is great relief in freedom for the 'next adventure' AKA he was already seeking reasons to leave. Humanity we know is predictable. Bugs are surprising. What about his sheer selfishness? "Have we not been good to you?" "Yes, but..." Of course he is a non-entity. See how he's in awe of the other's abilities in art, which the film brings as the divine missing piece of him. Art and science here are cousins with a mutual respect; coping as neither reflect the material 'actuality.' An insect in a human's body. Ants and socialism unlocks the piece as an abuse of the agreement between the 'haves and have nots.' And then, Film always brings about renewal--it's either nature or art. Both here. But I also see an urgent and restless revolution across it for its gentleness. The framing and beautiful shots I've read to be vicious sarcasm against its subjects aimless luxury (even the mother's death was strangely gluttonous) rather I see it lazy and graceful, sparing its characters judgment with both pity and affection; as in, these are just symptoms not the cause. But still it all must be expunged. One review calls it, 'a postmodern period piece,' which might be my absolute favorite thing.
Review of Angels and Insects
