Every film from Roger Ebert's "Great Movies" essays.
Last Year at Marienbad
In a sprawling baroque hotel, a man tries to persuade a married woman to leave her husband and run away with him. He reminds her of her promise when they met a year ago, at Marienbad, but the woman seems not to remember that meeting...
Self-indulgent cinema at its most beautiful. I wanted to love this because duh, but I hated it because also duh. It goes nowhere, it fails to create any kind of atmosphere, and the "nightmare" it portrayed was a pretty tame nightmare. I once had a nightmare where my penis turned into a snake and ate my butt. Make a movie about that.
Deconstructing cinema much in the way Bresson wanted to do but in more grand fashion. It is akin to the Dadaist art movement of anti-art, breaking the rules and destroying the notion of what we perceive as true art. Perhaps not fully to that extent but Resnais clearly experiments with the medium of cinema in a way majorly unaccepted and ironically it becomes the focal point of where the film's greatness lies.
Last Year at Marienbad begins with repetitive and poetic narration ominously filling the air of the long empty corridors and parlors it softly speaks of. In the first few opening scenes alone it is apparent Resnais is ready to deliver something entirely unique to the world of cinema.…
Warning: There might be spoilers ahead.
My first venture into Alain Resnais' filmography couldn’t possibly have left a better impression. As great as straight forward structures can be, it's films like Last Year at Marienbad that give cinema such a unique identity and the ability to tell a story in a way that no other medium can. I like ambiguous films, but it’s the experimental nature on top that really makes this a special piece of work. I don’t really know how to review a movie that often completely ignores typical movie conventions, instead I’m going to talk about observations I made regarding the content, style and what impression they left me with.
Last Year at Marienbad is a film…
'El año pasado en Marienbad' es la película enigma definitiva. Todo el conocimiento que se desprende del relato es parcial, semioculto tras capas y capas de no se sabe bien qué. Inasible más allá de la sensación; imposible de definirse entre el sueño, la pura fantasía, el delirio, el metacine. Él (el hombre, X) no puede dejar de narrar y narrar(se), pero su relato topa con la falta de memoria, de referencias, incluso con la pura incomprensión, de ella (la mujer, A). Como si la película tuviera una lógica onírica que no puede verbalizarse, como un sueño que tiene todo el sentido en el mundo onírico pero que lo pierde cuando se intenta poner en palabras.
Puro ‘fantastique’, la película…
Whether being sleep-deprived had anything to do with it I'm not entirely sure, but something tells me I should've enjoyed Resnais' surreal, dreamlike Last Year at Marienbad a lot more than I did. It's without a doubt meticulously crafted and chock-full of innovation, a film with incredible visuals and a unique narrative that is guaranteed to leave you baffled. It's easy to see why it has garnered such a devoted following and I wish I could count myself in on it, but something felt missing in this otherwise excellent mind-bender. Maybe it's down to it being so emotionally distant and cold, but it never really clicked with me. It's one of those horrible moments in cinema of admiring the craft…
''Yes, I know. I don't care. For days and days. Why don't you still want to remember anything?''
So here's the thing...
I just cannot fathom why I did not enjoy watching this film -
- I fell head over heels for Hiroshima, Mon Amour.
- I am a sucker for enigmatic plotting and challenging narrative.
- The film is pretty damn easy on the eyes cinematographically.
- The atmospheric pipe organ score was tastefully applied.
- I drank coffee and was wide awake.
So what went wrong?
- The film was so repetitive both visually and in its narration, that I found it quite tedious.
- The emotional palette was so dry and flat, that I really could not…
A hauntingly evocative exploration of memory, unreliable narration, and Nietzschean eternal recurrence.
This is the greatest movie to have been made about the friend-zone.
I think this song somewhat parallels this movie
I definitely need to watch this again before I can determine what I think of it and form an actual opinion on it.
One of my all-time favourites.
An almost totally opaque story, full of confusing misdirection, and maddening in its art-house pretentiousness. The film was made somewhat tolerable by the incredible beauty of its cast and setting, but man this was a hard one to get through.
Well then. This is, without a doubt, the single most French film I’ve ever seen, and I don’t mean that in a good way. This is the film that terrifies people who think they don’t like foreign films. It’s full of all the staples of pointless art films; the complete lack of a narrative story, the absurd stilted dialogue, the confusing flashbacks and flash forwards. This is a film that can not be parodied, as it’s already the logical extreme…
This review reportedly contains spoilers. I can handle the truth.
Quite possibly one of the most beautiful films I've ever seen paired with one of the most pretentious and boring screenplays I've ever seen.
Don't feel cheated of this particular film. Yes, some would perceive differently than others. And that's the main intention of cinema. It is meant to bewildering you. It leaves the viewer perplexed in order to work by himself so one can fully understand it. "Last Year at Marienbad" is a film that perplexes you at first, thanks to Resnai's delivery as well as it's love-triangle story. And yes, I deny any involvement of surrealism in this film. Masterpiece.
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