I watched Bergman's--oh, what was that film about the priest and his mistress?--and wanted to open a vein by the time it ended.
It was beautifully filmed. The anguish of the priest! His dead eyes, looking into the camera while he spouted words that meant nothing to him!
It was so bleak. No hope for anyone. God.
As for Tarvosky and his floating feathers: I can get hooked on these "I-don't-know-WHAT'S-going-on" movies, because the art is enough sometimes enough if the filming is beautiful.
I once saw a cryptic Australian film, The Watcher, in which every scene was as luminous and beautifully framed as a painting, and the actors' heads would turn s-l-o-w-l-y to look in different directions. It was like a slow-motion dream in which nothing ever progressed. But I loved it! It was hypnotic.
I've got Netflix, so I'll try Tarvosky's feather-floating. I'm tired of anime, to be honest. (Wallace and Grommet are wonderful, thought, and NOT bleak.)
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It was beautifully filmed. The anguish of the priest! His dead eyes, looking into the camera while he spouted words that meant nothing to him!
It was so bleak. No hope for anyone. God.
As for Tarvosky and his floating feathers: I can get hooked on these "I-don't-know-WHAT'S-going-on" movies, because the art is enough sometimes enough if the filming is beautiful.
I once saw a cryptic Australian film, The Watcher, in which every scene was as luminous and beautifully framed as a painting, and the actors' heads would turn s-l-o-w-l-y to look in different directions. It was like a slow-motion dream in which nothing ever progressed. But I loved it! It was hypnotic.
I've got Netflix, so I'll try Tarvosky's feather-floating. I'm tired of anime, to be honest. (Wallace and Grommet are wonderful, thought, and NOT bleak.)