Narrator: "Aber er blieb sitzen.

Und wartete.

Auf sie."

My wig: missing

A film about the need for love and the confrontation with the fact that latter is arational and permanently shifts and reshapes.

"De twijfel blijft, zeker met een voice-over – kunstgreep om onvolkomenheden in de vertelwijze te maskeren. Maar je blijft verwachtingsvol over de rol van het heden in het verhaal. Is dit een soort 'English Patient', een navertelling? Of staat de moderne setting voor de kijker die zich via de verteller in het verleden plaatst? We zetten de film even stop om de Wiki van de gelijknamige oorlogsroman uit 1944 van Anna Seghers te lezen. De verteller daar is Georg, dat is al iets, maar verder lijkt Seghers' 'Transit' een lineair verhaal."

Purgatory is Hell. Waiting for something that can't happen or won't happen is Hell. No absolution, no redemption, no past and no future. Only the present, eternally, trapped by yourself, by your desperate choices and by others in the now, forever.

Çelişkili bir karaktere sahip Georg ve en az Georg kadar kendiyle çelişen bir kadın: Marie. Bulunduğu toplumun ve durumun kargaşasında cesur iki kararla karşılaşıyoruz. Tüm bu kaosun içinde "Giden mi önce unutur, kalan mı?" sorusuyla harmanlanan, kendince farklı bir yanıt bulan filmle birlikteyiz. Arada kalmışlık hissiyle iç içe geçmiş olağanüstü durumun içinde sıradan birkaç kişinin hikayesi bu. Sonu gelmesin diye sayfaları güçlükle çevrilen kitap gibi. Unutulmaması gereken bir anı.

It took me a while to decide what I would rate this.
Something never quite sat right with me - whether it was the jarring moments where I remembered it was indeed a WWII narrative wearing another era, or the sense that Georg's life was never fully realised by himself nor anyone around him. Transit truly is a story of chance connections and displaced ghosts who flitter almost unpurposefully through each other's lives. It's a concept that's too on-the-nose at times, but thanks, I'm still unsettled thinking about this film and the possibility that the strings of my own life might just be as random and complicated!

Anyways, I also always appreciate a fellow cleft lipper!!

This is so sad, Alexa play Speak low.

"Christian Petzold kan wel een verhaal vertellen. Toch vraagt hij het een en ander van de kijker. Zo verwacht je een filmstart in door de nazi’s bezet Frankrijk in een historische setting. Dat is gedeeltelijk zo, maar zodra de Duitser Georg (Franz Rogowski) op straat komt is dat plots hedendaags Marseille. Origineel is het zeker, maar werkt het ook? Of, beter gezegd, werkt het op een manier die wij kunnen begrijpen?"

Brilliantly recontextualizing a World War II story into the present day by keeping the plot set in the past, but shot in Marseille of today, Transit is a powerful and tragic story. With mistaken identity, fear, and a struggle for survival and escape, we see connections and difficult choices all throughout the film. A portrait of a man in hell who doesn't realize that he is there, it's haunting and sad, a darker riff on Casablanca that is grounded in reality.

Christian Petzold's films never really stick on first viewing, but after thinking about his films more and more, there's a unique lingering haunting feeling that's best describe as a Petzold Quirk. Phoenix was no different to this, and so is this. Gotta love proactive themes about immigration and romance!

FULL REVIEW COMING SOON

bu nasıl özgün bir senaryo nasıl bir sinematografi hele franz rogowski'nin oyunculuğu allahımmmmm kelimeler kifayetsiz BA YIL DIM