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Brady Corbet's sentences are Haneke's ultimate grammar, which in Haneke's films is in part a misunderstanding of the emotions stemming from Bresson's models-actors in period films. Or to state it in two sentences: Haneke's repeated regurgitations of the violence at the end of Lancelot du Lac, taking no lessons from the sentimental education of Bresson's semiotic staging where the visual signs correspond to an exposure of a way and a time; or in Bresson's own words: "confusing pessimism with lucidity."…

A film that makes you wonder about Oliveira during this time. It feels like a contract, laziness by a director content with the shadow that previous greater works cast on the present. No wonder then that around this time in 2002 in Italy, in a call for polemics by defense, Jean-Marie Straub name dropped Oliveira along with other directors when he condemned film critics for their syncretism and for not demolishing and pitting the films of Straub-Huillet, Rivette, Sokurov, Tarantino…