a devastatingly melancholy goodbye to cinema-going, to a way of being together as uniquely meaningful as what others find in temples

It's rare for a mainstream film to push the boundaries of formal possibility to the extent that Carax does in this film; rarer still for that kind of experimentation to feel so fresh after three decades. The second half of this film has always left me a bit cold as it veers off into the cliches of post-Nouvelle vague romantic cinema. But the first half is a genuinely liberated, hallucinatory experience, and feels in equal parts like fragments from a beautiful dream and a distressing nightmare.

I won't ever get tired of being affected in such a high emotional level by this movie.

there's nothing tragic about being 50, not unless you try to be 25.