Subtle but efficient in illuminating the untold thoughts and experiences through the conversations and sustained static shots.
I've been awestruck by Rachel Cusk's Outline trilogy recently and something about this hits the same nerve at least to some extent. Something I've heard a lot about Hong Sang-soo is that he sort of makes the same film over and over again; if that's true, I'm really looking forward to getting better acquianted with his work.
Utmost sensuality channeled in a most elegant way. Some of the early sequences felt somewhat hollow at times, but it's really all about the wonderful last 30 minutes with those tender love scenes and their truthfully disarming aura of infatuation. Moreau's cool-but-humane charm is top-notch as always.
We, as a human species, don't deserve these creations of Varda's talent. What an immaculate glow this film has. Even though it's full of misery, the gorgeous color palette makes it feel like a heavenly fairytale saturated in sunflowers, and I love that dissonance.
Hypnotically and smoothly unfolding, eerie tale of identity, disruption and dread in occupied France. The ending was just as harrowing as it needed to be. Compared to some of Losey's other works, here the quality of storytelling actually matches up to the unmistakable finesse of his direction.
