isabelle huppert best to ever do it

Isabelle Huppert: *drunkely barfs in her purse*
Me: You are all I have

An influential figure for his better-known New German Cinema colleagues such as Fassbinder, Herzog and Syberberg, Werner Schroeter once opined that "there are only high points in my films." He wasn't kidding—at least not based on this Ingeborg Bachmann adaptation written by Elfriede Jelinek, the Nobel Prize–winning author of the novel on which Michael Haneke’s The Piano Teacher (2001) is based. Bold and baffling, surreal and operatic, provocative and beautiful, this volatile love story seems to move according to the associative logic of a dream, often visualizing its characters' extreme impulses in the most excessive and expressive of manners. Striking shot by Schroeter's longtime cinematographer Elfi Mikesch, and featuring the great Isabelle Huppert at her creative best, Malina is certainly one of the more unique films ever made about writers.

“With my burned hand, I write of fire.”

A confusing yet interesting plot that emits high intensity imagery and drama from start to end. Despite not possessing appealing qualities of your bog standard film, the dialogue and performances make this a film you can’t take your eyes away from even if you want to. Didn’t resonate with me as much as I thought it would but I saw the beauty in this for sure and Isabelle Huppert is simply stellar in her performance and that final scene is pretty breathtaking. 

Watched on Mubi.

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وداع

سنكون في منأىً عن بعضنا
فلا تحايا بيننا مُجابة
ولا كلمات تستحقّ المُبادلة
كذلك الجرثوم تحت الزجاج
والأرنب الذي مات تحت التشريح
مُنتفضٌ ومُسمّمٌ وعاجزٌ عن الاستغاثة بأيّ آلهة
هؤلاء هم رفاقي

أسعى لأجل كل المظلومين والمُرهقين والمُستنفدين
الزجاج المنبوذ، الملابس الرخيصة
والمنازل المحترقة التي تعوي صوب السماء
أصطفّ مع الُمهمَلين
فكلّ هؤلاء هم أشباهي

يُحسنون إلينا
يُكوّموننا معًا، يمنحوننا الثقة
ويحملوننا إلى مكانٍ آخر
صالحٌ هو ذلك المكان
حيث لا ينالنا إلا الموت
أرنبٌ أبكم، قملةٌ مسحوقة وقلبٌ مبارك
يعجز الخوف المجرّد من أن يبلغنا
وهو يرتدي ثوب الإحسان.

إنغبورغ باخمان

"I'm also Malina and Malina is me"

Somewhat akin to a good taste© Possession, Schroeter's unhinged romance shatters the psyche through free associative love that manifests in all encompassing destruction. Huppert pursued by an eternal Trouble-Will-Find-Me atmosphere, the disputes, internal and external, an act in vacated spaces dominated by lingering resentments. Strolls scored by the weeping strings of the wandering violinist, omnipresent mirrors a ricochet of escalating mania that weaponize the projection as an attack on the bearer.

Huppert bellows an operatic obsession in the form of a love triangle but it's written in the endless turmoil of a circle, its starts and ends the same ruination that lays the bricks for the walled apocalypse. In the absence of identity there's little more to do that plead with the reflection while all the memoirs burn, as Malina turns animal, anima, animus, all - the ultimate act of creativity the one that annihilates everything.

you didn’t see my valentine
i sent it via pantomime

or alternatively:

destroy everything you touch today
please destroy me this way

a film scraped from all the new jagged mirrors brought into this world by shattering a single one. to have a self, to be as expected is mania.

frustrating, because in theory this should be just my thing. love it when movies are kind of batshit insane and disorienting on purpose to pull you right into the action, and if this one did the trick for you then i'm jealous. might try to rewatch this in the future because it's technically so cool and stunning but never engaged me on an emotional level, i spent more time going "ah yes this camera angle was supposed to be sooo confusing right" instead of. well. actually being confused. mainly made me wish i was watching possession 1981 instead

Only feels fitting to say that there's so much excess present in Malina in terms of how bizarre this film can get, and I don't know if I was fully able to follow along with it - yet it never had me bored. But by the time it's over, it starts to feel like some sort of weird dream that you could only imagine a filmmaker like David Lynch would be able to come up with - with Isabelle Huppert at the center of everything, and just being as amazing as ever.

A love-crazed writer's tempest inward states are literalized, transfiguring her physical surroundings, the whole film's world under rubble, fractured and aflame. Sort of Zulawski-adjacent surrealist endurance test, bereft of real-world pockets of air, and so characterologically groundless. Easily the most accomplished and well-dressed Schroeter I've seen, while still ablated with all that serio-classicism I have such little truck with. His sense of extremity melds scarcely with my own, and the excessive length really started to wage war with heaven-sent Hurricane Huppert over that extra half a star. Tired eyes, low mood, unpleasantly draining. But that's just ole fusspot here. Many a fellow 'belle-head will have a field day with this one I'm sure.

it took a while to get into the seemingly VERY specific vibe of this one
it comes in hot and never really slows down, like the Crank 2 of emotional destruction
a scene for scene banger for me once i got what i was watching. need to read the book then come back to this for another viewing but very happy to have seen this

a heavy movie

Nobody has given me more anxiety attacks than Isabelle Huppert

Não sei se entendi? Sei que é sobre paixão mas tem um lado b sobre subconsciente que eu não consegui absorver completamente, talvez eu tenha q assistir de novo. Me lembrou um pouco as nóia do Alain Resnais. 
Tem umas cenas mto longas e absurdas num quarto em chamas q eu fiquei achando q a qlqr momento os atores iam pegar fogo mto foda

isabelle huppert sensacional exercendo o direito pleno de ir e vir

Just finished the book and wow ! Isabelle Huppert is magnificent in this movie. She really does justice to the book with her ecstatic performance. Flames, letters and distress all over the screen. However, I think that reading the book gave me an insight that benefited the viewing of the film that would seem quite crazy (like the book) and confusing to an unknown to the « story ».

the best movie ever made i’m not lying

I hate it when girls die, but I like it when they’re a little bonkers.

Isabelle Huppert, damer og herrer. Fy faen.

A film that I cannot rate because I have no idea if I liked it and I’m going to have to sit and absorb this for a while . 
The things I’ve seen Huppert put herself through makes me fascinated to see what she is like in real life .

ME DEPAREI COM MINHA AMADA EMPUNHANDO UMA FACA COLOQUEI AS TARJAS PRETAS NO MOMENTO EM QUE VI A FACA E TIVE QUE RETIRAR DA MAO DELA

So intense. Interesting visual choices to represent, draw out, emphasize, and surpass the source material (the book by Ingeborg Bachmann). Malina, the book, on steroids then set on fire.