7.3/10, not enough scenes where Judi Dench gets pissed
with every other film of Chaplin's I watch, it becomes more and more evident that the tramp is not a being of this world, but one simply passing through our planet until he makes it to his desired (undoubtedly utopian) destination.
a 100 years after his voyage, I'm lucky enough to see this tramp passing through once again, from a small window in my home. the view is a bit hazy, the sky is but a sea of grey... and yet the wind blowing through the small window feels much fresher than that coming out of the freshly-filtered air vents.
a rewatch of Collective (in a screening organised by the LUX Audience Award across all of Europe) confirmed that it's not simply a 'fine' documentary, but one of the finest ever made.
hats off to Nanau, Tolontan and their teams for doing a service not only to Romania and Europe in general, but to the art of documentary filmmaking itself.
I've been trying to write a full review of Luzzu for the better part of the last 5 days now. The screening of the film left me so overwhelmed with different thoughts and emotions (mostly very positive) that I cannot bring myself together to critique the film in any cohesive or organised manner.
I believe this is part in due to the fact that my expectations for Luzzu were blown out of the water (pun intended). I went into Cinema…