I can no longer think what I want to think. My thoughts have been replaced by moving images.
Benediction is about outsiderhood, it consists of contradictory fragments, destructive power of sensitivities. It's a theatrical piece about dreams dashed and emotional potential unfulfilled. With Benediction, Terence Davies brings out what I loved about Distant Voices, Still Lives, and The Long Day Closes; poetic cinema. Benediction feels, in a weird way, like a completion of that original trilogy. There’s nothing about this film that is uplifting, but Davies’ handling of the material is so exquisite that the overbearing melancholy becomes, in the end, a work of poetry.
Annette is a combination of theatrical acts, structural struggles and dehumanized signals. While music serves as a pleasant element in most musicals, here generates horror, violence and consequently death (Which I consider innovative due to my idiotic reasons).
The continuing battle of parallel identities made by both characters becomes an imaginary story with real effects. The repeating cycle of death connects different lives, the notion of tragic deaths in opera and getting people killed (metaphorically) both have the same outcome.…
“The only thing worse than all the other idiots is yourself.”
The Worst Person In The World is light, so light that I could actually melt in the screen. I feel it's massively dependent on Louder Than Bombs or Oslo, August 31st. Like all his other works, this one is intimate, personal and the same time it addresses the public sphere. I don't want to over-analyze the film, but it's filled with everything I love about cinema.
One of the…