Like if Jules & Jim was gender-flipped and set in a series of liminal spaces (even the ones that are in nature). Such good chemistry and untapped emotionality between the two sisters that it’s a shame that Mr. Mustache ends up becoming such a focal point. But at least it gave us the “Doctor Love” dance number. A viewing experience I won’t soon forget.
A Separation 2011
One of the most difficult viewing experiences I can recall. But that’s not because of any emotional manipulation to make already unfortunate circumstances register as all the more tragic. There’s no room for cathartic release via big weepy monologues, because, as much as these characters are burdened by events and generational trauma going back years and years, they can only reflect so much, lest their tenuous resolve just collapse further. Definitely had to remind myself “it’s just a movie” more than a couple times.
Went in hoping for something ambitious, juggling insights on social media, sex work, and appropriation into its ripped-from-the-timelines pulpiness. Was left with close to nothing, a glorified re-enactment with no persona beyond some wholly unnecessary voiceovers and the occasional montage or artsy composition to break up the forced grittiness of it all. It never lets us sit with the discomfort or let the people in it have any sort of characterization. Never read the original thread or anything about it but it has to be more interesting than this.
Ugh. This tries to present itself as being so daring and subversive when it’s just trashy and self-satisfied. Can you imagine?, it asks, If a grocery store meet-cute turned deadly? Oh and I suppose it’s supposed to be empowering to have your female characters helpless and tortured for the bulk of the runtime until Sebastian Stan lets his guard down enough for the tables to turn. I know Julia Ducournau isn’t everyone’s cup of tea. But she knows how to commit to…