товарищ’s review published on Letterboxd:
Only after reading Hernández’s interview which he said that the relationship between a director and an actor is like an intense actual love did it actually strike me that I Am Happiness on Earth (the title refers to a Fassbinder’s unfinished project) is probably a manifestation of filmmaker’s anxieties working and building trust with the actor, and the hopelessness of finding someone share our loneliness and understand our heart and soul. Of course the obsession of Hernández with bodies, movements and the communication through bodies is at play here, more fervent than ever; the body is more honest than words; but it’s complicated by the narcissistic tendencies of the director character in the film, and his relationship with the prostitute - the “actor” in the second half. At this stage, I can say that I’m not a Hernández guy largely because he takes his ideas in the most literal sense going through more experimental structure, and unable to elevate those ideas into something denser, grander and more complex throughout its exhausting length; but I don’t mind seeing a guy constantly try his damndest to express his most sentimental feelings on screen.