Seems like every other movie ever from Metropolis to Enter the Void is in this supercut of actors are looking at the camera, dramatically. I mean, me. They’re looking at me. Well hello, Leeloo. Hey, Drive guy. I know, Hunter S., right? Those bloody animals over there. Whoever invented this cinematic trope of breaking down the fourth wall to tickle the viewer’s needy narcissism is a genius! It gets a little intense at around 3:00, organized into snippet series by threatening, gun-pointy and bawling. Hmm, pretty quality supercut there, but Giulietta Masina’s teary eyes from Nights of Cabiria should have been the last because it’s perfect.
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Now, really, is it actually all that complicated? Were all those actor types really looking at you all that time; or were they, perhaps, more likely looking at dolla dolla bill y'all? And what about the troubling ones who seem to be focusing just slightly away from the lens; like Martin Sheen, looking just a notch up? What is he looking at: confusion, anomie, lack? Dolla dolla bill? Or perhaps me, in my ghostly slighlty-above-camera-lens manifestation?
There's something weird about more than 50% of the shots or actors in this supercut. Like they aren't looking at me, they're looking slightly to the side of the camera… which is kind of weird when seeing that a lot of actors do that when asked to look directly into the camera.
Either that or they're looking directly into the camera but their eyes feel very empty and dead; like there is no soul behind them, and they're really not LOOKING at anything.