This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
"You know, a person isn't from a country. A person is from a childhood." ~Grandma Cesira
His ancestors' hands built homes from dirt and wood, carved paths through and around mountains, held each other. He is doing the very same. His clay grandmother patches his sock; his real one had probably done the same. The creator acts as both a literal and metaphorical one. He interacts with his ancestors, at one point even babysitting his own father, collapsing time and…
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
There's something deeply moving about watching someone who's been marginalized their whole life - living under a domineering mother, forever an outsider looking in. In Close-Up, we witness a person who desperately tried to belong but could never quite grasp what his heart yearned for, or what he thought it did.
His life had been so starved of attention that when the opportunity finally came, nothing else mattered. Even though he knew they'd eventually see through his charade, I think…
In general i very much enjoy arthouse films and i couldnt empathize at all with some of my peers calling them pretentious...until i watched this.
This review is the reason i watched it and frankly its orders of magnitude more profound in 2 minutes than this film could ever hope to be in 2 hours, at least it was inspiring.
This review is one i can really get behind.
"Και είναι κανόνας κοσμικός στην μοναξιά όποιος ζει μαραίνεται μα αν τον δεις να ανθίζει γίνεται ο Άνθρωπος που ενόχλησε το Σύμπαν."
