This episode is one of those things I like to define as HEAVY SHIT.
Chantal Akerman doesn’t give a fucking shit how long a scene/film is...
I’ve been struggling to write a proper review for two days by now and every time I think i covered all the layers and aspects of this masterpiece i find out that I’m just scratching the surface.
Throughout the film’s runtime Akerman kept making me feel like a masochist enjoying the torture that was induced not only by Jeanne’s featureless life but by the feeling as if time was a…
That effortlessness and immaculately in Bresson’s work is unmatched by any filmmaker. every time I think he hit the sealing he just keep going higher and higher and proofing that he has a tremendous sense of awareness about the human condition and it’s a damn shame that he doesn’t get the same recognition that other directors who are clearly not as talented or capable as he is get.
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
mf Just bled love instead of blood!!
What Kieślowski’s doing in these episodes kinda reminds me of what David Lynch did in twin peaks: the return, every time I think he reached an untoppable level he just goes higher and higher and what’s unbelievable about it is how easy and simple he makes it seem.