From the opening credits, the innovative oil painted animation literally jumped off the screen. The story of the mystique of Vincent Van Gogh’s last days, his reported suicidal death as investigated by the son of the postman who delivered Van Gogh’s many letters, offered its own intrigue. But the dancing oil painting that pulsated on the screen for the duration is what gives this movie its unique and special place in the film arts.
A helpful explanation provided in this documentary is that the Hasidic Jewish community is a generation in recovery from the trauma of the Holocaust. It can be understood that the ultimate form of self-protection from danger is to become a withdrawn, insulated and isolated community preserved by extreme methods of control. Yet as is so often the case in extreme fundamentalist religious groups, it is the men that maintain and perpetuate the control at the expense of the women and…
I had a dream last night about this movie. I was ushered into a room with Osama bin Laden. I did not feel hatred for him . . . more a sense of wonder. This only served to reinforce how highly conflicted I am about the ongoing war against terrorism - a deep ambivalence which I could not separate from my interaction with this movie.
Was the assassination of bin Laden an act of US heroism, a final victory over…
I went into my first viewing of this movie knowing nothing of what to expect, only that the film had gained some notoriety. Now I can see why.
The pace and tone of this movie was deliberately slowed down from the outset, which set the tone for the dreamy, mysterious, atmospheric picture that followed. The slow burning relationship that developed between Betty and Rita was a pleasure to watch as they drew energy and tenderness from each other.