Perhaps the earliest example I can think of with the use of subtle and realistic acting for the entirety of the runtime of a feature length film. Everyone was great in this, in front, and behind the camera.
A very interesting film in the way that it shows the forced subjugation and oppression of women in a different setting. Rather than something like an arranged marriage, a girl's oppression comes from a forced deification. When announced as a goddess, she doesn't even speak until her husband takes her to flee from the house, mirroring her "voice" of free will as a woman has also been taken.
Being the master that Ray is, his filmmaking turns this unique premise…
The Beauty of Innocence
This is one of the very, very few films to ever stump me. I have found The Tree of Life is too personal to give a critical review of. I won't even try to give all my thoughts on it because it would devolve to incoherent rambling.
While many other films that try to be all encompassing may come off as pretentious, this did not. It simply feels too innocent. Too euphoric and too different.
A staggering miscalculation. A triumph of ineptitude. An assassination of not only characters and themes of its own creation, but that of its inspiration. A sequel that is not only bad in of itself, but retroactively sullies every single one of the 8 films that came before it. It isn't just soulless, but also artistically barren and directionless in a way that none of the other films have been.
This is the worst Star Wars film.
The prequel films had…