An intense experience, certainly, and a beautiful one, eerily crafted in greys and blacks and washed out whites that make the city seem like a dream, this film, directly and bluntly about disconnection, seems to posit that communication is central to understanding, to normality. As we watch the man remove himself (while still remaining in the crowd, as it were), by shutting down most communication, everything becomes more and more unreal, and the feeling that nothing is as it seems, that the world is vast and imposing, that there is a gap between all the souls around us becomes more and more palpable. Without connection, the man simply loses his anchors with reality.

"...thus begins and ends your kingdom..."

I couldn't in a million years, even if I tried, get across just how insanely personal this felt to me. But all of this; the feverish isolation, the breakdown of reality, the feeling of being a rat trapped in a maze with no escape, so completely captured the destructive feeling and hopelessness that accompanies depression and loneliness. This may be the finest film I've ever seen about those two experiences. What I do know is: its the most raw film about the two.

Damn so it really do take forever to get a first-time masterwork last year and then we get one within 5 days of 2019 huh

A haunting stream of consciousness, presenting alienation with an unmatched depth through perfect narration. Unbelievably eerily unsettling with its surreal uncertainty and dense existentialism, never has a film affected me this way before. Considering the loneliness I've felt too often in the past and the perplexity that comes with it, this was also scarily relatable in a way...

"When every man is torn apart
With nightmares and with dreams
Will no one lay the laurel wreath
When silence drowns the screams?"

- Epitaph by King Crimson

A french woman with a fetish for metaphors rattles on incessantly about disconnection and alienation in 1000 different flowery ways while images of a man walking, staring at things, and sometimes doing daily activities flash in the background to the sound of angry xerox machines. The only visual representation of thematic was empty scenery, low contrast bleak grey, and the main character being the focus of the shot due to lighting choice and blur. This seems awfully elementary even though the prose is trying to a dreadful degree to seem profound in scope of content. The most frustrating thing about this film is that it is able to use its themes to justify and excuse these poor choices because it portrays lack of care by not caring. I won't be fooled so easily.

Talking about a movie that makes a great use of visual storytelling to convey its message of loneliness and alienation in the big city, and society as a whole. Maybe because of this amazing use of this resource, the voice over was simply overbearing and even annoying, though I did get the point and there were some really good ideas and quotes thrown in the mix that gets you thinking.

All in all, if you are really big fan of films such as "Last Year At Marienbad," you'll certainly love this movie. If you've never heard of that flick, maybe this one would be a nice starting point and if you like it, maybe you might interested in that other Left Bank close-masterpiece.

eu me odeio mas sou melhor que todo mundo

Art of loneliness.

Watching this and "It's such a beautiful day" back-to-back was probably not the best decision for my mental health. I noticed quite a few similarities between the two, but I much preferred isabd. This was much more realistic and experimental, but I felt that isabd was much more creative with it's approach.

existentialism is humanism

how could a movie touch my soul and say everything that I could not achieve to express with words for days? after a long time of silence, fragility, solitude, stillness, and indifference, the man who sleeps is the only soul who can exactly understand me. this movie will remain as a sanctuary in every great despair of mine.

It is more like an audiobook than cinema.

Even more boring than my own life. However I love Perec and respect the director of the movie.

Even though some images are attractive, reading the book itself is more reasonable than watching this.

Practically a retraction of a nihilistic ecstasy, where neutrality and indifference over everything reach a level in your consciousness that turn simple banalities into "frightening monsters", as objectification of unhappiness. A poetic and moralistic film whore
there are philosophical implications for depression. withdrawing from the world, incessantly questioning the decay of the world, you not only assume that you are an exception, but that good can remain in the slow decay of the world. Destroying yourself, you steal the agency of the long solemn march of atrophy and decay. the world will never change, but you will, and you are neither dead nor wiser.
is a minimalist artistic film at its best. Spectacular !!!
"It's a life without surprises. You sleep, you walk, you keep living. Like a lab rat abandoned in his labyrinth by some distracted scientist."

This film's protagonist might be among my favorite protagonists of all time. His enigmatic but yet mysteriusly simple persona was perfect, ive never seen characterization done quite like this. The cinematography is gorgeous, the directing is perfect, the sound effects are incredibly immersive and stressful, the naration works to perfection, the score is magnific, everything just works to perfection in this film. The energy and overall look of this film is so hypnotic I cant believe that something like this film exists.

Gotta love the French. Even when trying to completely isolate themselves from all forms of pleasure and function entirely on necessity and automation, they still gotta have some wine at dinner.

The bottom of the pit.
Climb out.

The Man Who Sleeps is well shot and works for what it's going. Though I found the film to be rather forgettable.

I'm a Georges Perec stan so.