this shot is one of my favorites in the whole movie and I'm so sorry but I'm gonna tell you why in so many words below the cut
now I could very well be mistaken, it's been a couple weeks since my last rewatch. but I'm pretty certain this is the only shot in the whole film that shows only Benson in the car. every other shot has Randy in frame too, sometimes in the background, sometimes even eclipsing Benson. but we never get the sense that Benson is alone in the car, because he's not.
he's not here either. but it sure looks like he is. sure feels like it, with the empty bench behind him and the vast nothing whipping by outside the car. sure feels like it because Benson's not in the car with Randy anymore. for the rest of the movie, from this point on, Benson is stuck in the memories of his trauma and slipping in and out of the present moment.
this is right after Benson tells Randy if he brings up Sheppard again, he'll kill him, and that's the only time I think Randy was ever in actual danger from Benson. credit to Randy: even after watching Benson beat a man to death with his bare hands and the butt of his gun, Randy's brave enough to ask who that man was. I think Randy realizes right then, based on Benson's response, that he doesn't know him like he thought he did after their afternoon of trauma bonding. I think it snaps him right back to the start of the day when Benson was unpredictable and volatile, except now, he really is. Benson's been giving him a play-by-play of his thought process all day, manic as it may be, but that's over now. Benson severs that connection without explanation. Randy's cut off and cut out of the shot.
so we get Benson, alone. alone in the car, alone with his thoughts. the camera angle tilts. the car seems heavier on the driver's side. the blood is drying on his knuckles. we're off-balance, we're teetering. we're clawing to stay level-headed and on track. the shot no longer frames the car. it frames the road, not the road before us, but the road looming behind us. the shot looks backwards. Benson's looking backwards.
we're still moving forward, though...right? we've gotta be. but there's an awful lot of emphasis on the physical past. on what we've left behind and bleeding back there. and haven't we been on this road before? weren't we just here? are we going in circles? are we going in circles? haven't we already crossed this bridge and buried this body and left it all in the dust? if we didn't before, we sure have now.
so then why are we running? what are we running from? what if we can't get away from it?
what if, all along, we've been driving straight for it instead? and what's behind us, in the past, in the parking lot, is catching up fast?
is he alive?
how is this going to end?
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I won't lie daddy. kitten is a little worried
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you have to look at my ugly guys
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