As Cléo descends the stairs and the music starts, a peculiar wave of comfort comes over me. She stares at herself in the mirror and reaffirms that she is alive and beautiful.
This film, as existential as it gets, constantly brings you back to comfort. The direction is truly perfect. Every movement, camera angle, and edit was seamless. Even in the darkest moments there is an uncanny feeling of hope.
I deeply love this film.
I’m so in love with this. Holy shit. I consistently forget how wonderful film and art can be. It’s so inspiring to watch people thrive like this in such a beautiful and non threatening way. I honestly cannot express how deeply this has touched me. I’m so glad I experienced this.
Jaques et Ágnes toujours.
Came second in the Varda look alike competition even though I don’t vaguely physically resemble her at all.
Best night of my life.
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
“I could crush a walnut with my vagina”
