A pounding, mesmeric and utterly unreal evocation of man's collective struggle against nature. The forging of cities. The heaving of stone. Also great 'proof in the pudding' for Pelechian's "montage-at-a-distance".
My favourite line: "sorry could you pick up that rock again"
Tilted, austere, suffocating. And that's just the priestly robes! Of course this is a ravishing film. Though I found Falconetti's Joan a little saccharine.
My favourite line: "[sly chuckling]"
An extraordinary and formally peculiar portrait of Bernhard. Beyond "autobiography". Beyond even answers, really. The camera is part of the conversation. More than a silent witness. It mumbles, blinks, whirrs. This is so very good, honestly.
My favourite line: "Hi I am Thomas Bernhard, welcome to Jackass"
