Movies that are slightly off.
You, the Living
In the Swedish city of Lethe, people from different walks of life take part in a series of short, deadpan vignettes that rush past. Some are just seconds long, none longer than a couple of minutes. A young woman (Jessica Lundberg) remembers a fantasy honeymoon with a rock guitarist. A man awakes from a dream about bomber planes. A businessman boasts about success while being robbed by a pickpocket and so on. The absurdist collection is accompanied by Dixieland jazz and similar music.
Film #7 of Gustav's Recommendations
”Tommorow is another day.”
Well, I have a confession to make. I did something horrible (from a cinephilic point of view of course) while watching Roy Andersson’s 2000 film, Songs From the Second Floor: I was so bored, upset, angry and confused that I used fast forward button and skipped the final 15 minutes of the film. That explains how I felt about that “film”. So I was both hopeful and nervous approaching this, I had a feeling that things will be going to be as dire as Songs and at the same time I was hoping that this time around I may be able to understand what really goes on in Mr. Anderson’s mind.…
The biggest issue I had with You, the Living was that it wasn't, I repeat, it wasn't Leon.
"But they're completely different films!" I hear you cry. Bullshit. That's no excuse for this to not be that film. Every film should be Leon or else I'm going to hate it from now on. Heck, if every film isn't Leon from now on, I'm going to bomb anyone who isn't watching Leon because I'm charge of Hollywood now.
Okay. Fine. It's not Leon but either way I can't say I liked it an awful lot. I mean, I enjoyed it from time to time. It was absurd, and surreal and was meaningful, but I just don't think this style is for…
A black-comic version of THE WHITE RIBBON, depicting, with deadpan hilarity, the self-absorption and myopia that can leave a population blind to the rise of fascism, and plant the seed of it in the first place. Exquisitely composed so that its austerity nonetheless places visual gigs in multiple distance planes in nearly every shot. Not as obvious as in SONGS FROM THE SECOND FLOOR, which occasionally cribbed right out of PLAYTIME, but Andersson seems, directorially at least, Tati's heir.
Gustav Roman told me to watch this. A LOOOONNNNGGG time ago. Now I can say I finally got to it. It was on Film4 so I taped it and watched it this morning.
You, the Living is an incredibly surreal film, packed of fifty or so vignettes, each commenting on the human condition. How we long to be loved, to fly above our weight. It doesn't offer an opinion on it, but merely a window to peer in, allowing you to assume your own stance on humanity. Is it pathetic, the fact we simply continue with our lives every day despite setbacks, never reaching our goal? Is it an undying ambition inside every one of us? Or is it just…
ONE OF THE FUNNIEST FILMS I HAVE EVER SEEN IN MY LIFE!!! I WAS ROLLING ON THE GROUND IN LAUGHTER! IT WAS HOWLARIOUS MY STOMACH HURT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Imagine if you put Tati,Kaurismaki and Bunuel in a blender the resultant concoction would be this delightful cocktail!! I applaud Andersson for his vivid imagination...it captures life in all its ups and downs! Highly original,marvelous acting and brilliant direction makes this one of the years very best!
P.S - The Guitar solo number ,the dinner table scene and the Barber Shop sequence were my personal favorites :-)
Roy Andersson is some kind of insane genius. This was my first experience of his style and it has totally blown me away.
His carefully constructed mise-en-scene makes every single shot a work of art as he points his camera at the absurdity of the realities of modern life. So many times I found myself laughing hysterically at what ordinarily might be considered horribly sad events and I think that is the true genius behind this film.
Andersson's humour and insight will certainly further reward repeat viewings, something I intend to do myself in the very near future.
You, the Living é o segundo capítulo da trilogia de Roy Andersson, sua epopeia milimetricamente arquitetada para nos mostrar a miséria da existência humana. Todos os três capítulos são coesos em forma em conteúdo, mas possuem suas especificidades. Aqui, Andersson parece explorar com mais afinco o egoímo e interesse próprio do ser humano, e sua incapacidade de expressar alteridade. Romances mal resolvidos, julgamentos cruéis ou simples atos de ignorância trespassam todas as fábulas de You, the Living. Um grupo de juízes toma uma caneca de cerveja enquanto sentenciam um réu à cadeira elétrica. Uma jovem apaixonada por um projeto de rockstar é continuamente ignorada. Em seus sonhos (e aqui há novamente inovação, com algumas das melhores cenas do longa se…
havent the faintest idea what this was about
An interesting, surreal film that often reads as an homage to antiquated film making techniques. Lots of stationary cameras, ghoulish make-up, and exquisitely crafted forced perspective shots give this film its unique feel. The absurdist thematics cause the film to have a tragicomic tone that is often a delight.
A joyous celebration of all the living idiots! And yes, that includes all of us! It's not particularly easy to find a connection to each of Roy Andersson's odd surrealist scenarios, but it does not change the fact that this is a masterful glimpse into human miseries. Stepping away from the film a few days later the connections start to form into one unifying idea: It's very easy to be miserable, but it can actually be a whole lot easier to simply enjoy the small moments of absolute joy life offers. This darkly comic film seems to be warning us to enjoy it all before it is too late.
No one understands me. I never get anything I want. I'm never really happy. Sure, yesterday was great, but today is horrible. If only I had a motorcycle, or if I was married, or if I had money. No one can afford nice things these days, especially me. Those who do have money just like to brag that they have money, and can buy really nice things. Ahhh...that stupid tuba music, it never goes away and it's so annoying loud. Everyone just leave me alone. I need another beer.
Roy Andersson's second exploration into vignette-existentialism is a dark, yet in a discomforting way hopeful, deconstruction of society and psyche. Andersson seems to share those thoughts I sometimes get about the sheer overwhelming number of humans, all with individual stories and lives and experiences, on this earth. Capturing a range of moments and anecdotes from various stages and perspectives of life, he manages to show us the bleakness and nihilism, but also the absurdity of living. Gloriously large in scope, humorous in execution, and intricate in its uniting powers (the tuba has never been so important), this film is a beautiful and odd meditation on what it means to be a human being in the modern world.
Watching Roy Andersson's Living trilogy in backwards order has to this point been a good decision. Where A Pigeon occasionally reveled in the darkness that exists within society, You, the Living is a full on charming assault of everything that is quirky, affirming and lovely about the small things we do in life.
As a whole Andersson's films do feel like they gradually become repetitive and overlong, but until the very end he pulls off the spectacular in every minuscule singular moment. Throughout the sequences are heavenly, as it contains some of the most astounding, detailed and original scenes you are likely to see in cinema - from the train-track house to the tablecloth pull (and beyond) - Andersson is…
I'm working my way backwards through Roy Andersson's filmography. I recently saw his latest film A Pigeon Sat on a Branch Reflecting Existence and was immediately enamored by the director. So I moved onto his 2nd to latest film, You, the Living.
I can safely say, Roy Andersson gets me. His humor is a reflection on the human condition. More specifically, the mundane aspects of life. The exteriors and people are cold, which creates an interesting backdrop to his comedic approach. It's as if Seinfield and Saturday NIght Live had a kid, but the kid was a bit 'off'.
On to Songs from a Second Floor.
The first, and only, one of Roy Andersson's "Living" trilogy I've seen. I enjoyed it: it's original! Its 50 intertwined skits made me reflect on the nature of editing. Fairly often but not always, Andersson places the camera at an angle on the action, then leaves it to run as the skit plays out. When the picture changes, we're on to a new skit. The approach is much like the early days of cinema, before discoveries in editing. Some skits tickle, some fizzle. We see spats, death, and cheery tubas. Memorable views include an angry haircut and an ill-advised attempt to pull the old "object-at-rest" tablecloth trick on a banquet table. I always read the philosophy behind these dry vignettes…
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