Another iconic figure in history falls victim to the Pablo Larrain gaze.
Maria is a beautiful film to watch. I saw a comment here saying like it’s like looking at a beautiful painting for 2 hours. That’s been my experience with every larrain biopic. It has all the elements of an extraordinarily rich film, but with it’s excruciating dialogue and lethargic performances, the tenacity, the spirit, the gut of the film is lost to superficial stories and images. There’s no…
Nothing is of its own explanation.
It’s been a few days since I watched the brutalist. In fact my very first reaction to sitting through a 4 hour filmic experience with an intermission, was turning to my friend and saying ‘I need time to speak’.
It makes you feel the shame, the guilt, the fear. The desire for legacy, ambition and life that so easily bent, broken and stolen by the vindictive, corrupt and selfish who are shells of themselves.…
‘The music. It’s following us. All over the sky. Listen to that music’
A priest, a marquis and a peasant walk onto a farm…surely there’s a joke in there somewhere? But no, instead the film is a set up for one of the most profoundly beautiful allegories on sanctimony, exploitation and modernisation. Through a neorealist lens, the film feels somewhat like a folklore, full of patience, honesty and simplicity. Lazzaro’s character embodies sainthood, neither here nor there, believing in the…
The beauty of the moment overtook him, and he did not remember anything that proceeded that moment.
The sheer insanity it takes to make a 5 hour film composed of what feels like life itself flashing before your eyes. My friend saw me watching this film and told me how he’d written a 4000 word essay on it. And honestly, I can understand why. When you let go of the metrics of time and overwhelming amounts of footage, you start…
