i feel deep connections and disconnections with the homeland. the later probably way deeper. in spite of affection and need for it. and its/your people, become dark cloaked shadows walking behind you, as you step deeper unto it, your whole skin plunge deep into its earth, you try to become one with it, but it's in vain cause you're already a stranger, so you scatter yourself apart, so that your parts make a whole of the earth, but you don't…
the cinematography in this is impeccable.
using tropes of american genre cinema as meta-textual criticism of the glorification of the cowboy figure, that became not a symbol of colonial power, but of brutal macho entertainment. therefor, it's interesting that the filmmaking manages to avoid (most) american visual and narrative conventions. very enjoyable to watch.
on the beach in louboutin alone
the narrative set-up makes isabelle huppert every french women. the trademark zooms takes her from a figure lost in landscape to international star in impeccable blocking, a counter play to the progressive and inevitable loss of self. a french woman with a strong sense of self and vocation makes way for a french woman devoted to love and desire makes way for a french woman with nothing to devote herself to anymore. a broken soju bottle on the beach announces and bookends the drunken inhibition release.