Somewhere they foxtrot madly.
When did everything start getting an expiration date?
This is my favourite film. It’s not the best film I’ve ever seen, but it’s my favourite film. If Murakami made films instead of wrote novels this is what they would look like. Playful, poignant and progressive. There is a timeless energy to it. Every cut. Every step-printed frame tells its own little story. A story of crossed paths. Forgotten memories. Crowded streets and expired love. I re-watched this today for the…
"Soon people will need interpreters to understand the words coming out of their own mouths."
I don't know what a film is. Godard is still trying to figure it out as well. Obsessed with the politics of visual art. A tyraid of experiment and emotion. How do you communicate feeling? Does a picture really speak a thousand words? No. And yes. Because words are images. How can images and sound truly tell us anything about the world we live in?…
As bleak as it gets. Full of existential dread and suffering. Some poignant conversations are littered throughout, but Pastor Tomas is far too unlikeable for any of his pain to make a real connection. The way he treats Marta is unforgiveable even if he is feeling like the world left behind after the loss of his wife is shallow and without purpose. There is a sophistication of form that is alluring, but it hides behind a veil of uninspired storytelling.
An undeniably beautiful combination of music and images. The scale is impressive though the story itself seems over the top. Interesting to think about it's representations especially since it was directed by a German filmmaker - they were super in demand in the late 20s for obvious reasons. I respected it more than I enjoyed it.