“Deserve’s got nothing to do with it”: probably one of the most perfect lines in cinema.
An explanation for why the world is the way it is, and a self-justifying excuse to pretend it can never be otherwise.
“Deserve’s got nothing to do with it”: probably one of the most perfect lines in cinema.
An explanation for why the world is the way it is, and a self-justifying excuse to pretend it can never be otherwise.
Admire the vision and audacity but I just don’t think the formal conceit works. Sorry!
An ideal Sunday afternoon movie, and also the first Rivette film I've fully connected with. The runtime is intimidating, but there's something to be said for a movie that recalibrates the way you experience time. Oddly transfixing.
I saw someone on Twitter compare this to The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance, and I'll be damned if there isn't something to it. Both are "late films" par excellence, with a great director looking back on the genre that defined him (in the popular imagination, anyway) in uncharacteristically elegiac mode. Both are haunted by death and history, the stories we choose to tell and the ones that the world forgets. Both have a strange artificiality about age that becomes…