Sunreeta Bhattacharya

The best there is, there is no hiding what substance there is in the blue, in the story of our evolution, in Hal's red eye, in your saturated head, etc. Art.

This is perfect Kubrick, unrelenting, ends up having subtly and gloriously disturbed the comfortable. What composition!

The poetry is in his own language that literally comes with the wind and swims in the grass. Profound is his way.

Doesn't take a break to hold the audience's eyes, will hang on sometimes over a frame that's been done with, telling us maybe, have the most of the three while you can. Sharp and amusing.