It'd be fairly easy to fall prey to the impeccability and preciousness of the imagery here presented. This was projected at Cannes after all.
The main objective of the filmmaker seems to be to show a very rigid set of moralities, interpretation which he disowns, he blames any interpretation to the spectator. As if the kuleshov effect didn't exist and juxtaposition of images wasn't a well studied science.
For example, he presents a group of educated white people talking about ideas and auteurs, against a group of non-white uneducated people just getting wasted and exposed; this is a great moment to remember that there wasn't a single professional actor in this film.
There's for me an overall feeling of misery impregnating all aspects of this production, first the misery of white empty people showing off for an speck of intellectual appreciation, then the misery of people living in poverty and being filmed to make a tall tale about the inherent savageness of the human race and it's direct correlation to the privilege one has. But the most miserable man is not the filmmaker who in its own account would deserve a hat, and even maybe a chair. No, the most miserable person in this transaction is the spectator. Especially the one who was taken on a date with someone who had already watched the film. This spectator that slowly descended into the realisation that his date was an insufferable and pseudointellectual snob who pretended to enjoy such demonstrations of misery in cinema, and actually considered that it has an honest element of artistry. Someone who he thought highly of, just getting crushed under the desperate attempt of Reygadas to make something remotely trascendental, just to be blocked on every social media platform after that. Very inconvenient and uncomfortable situation due to them already living together. Poor, poor soul.
This is my opinion, the movie is garbage. No one can like this movie genuinely, this is no one's favourite movie. Anyone who says to like this either is Reygadas family or is pretending and will flip at the slightest sign of pressure. I will die on this hill.
In fact, I challenge anyone who is willing to defend this film to a fight-to-death.
I'll be in the fountain at London Square every Friday at 3pm.
Edit: As to april 2022 no one has shown. This is only further proving my point. This is no one's favourite movie, no one would even take a punch for this movie, hell, they wouldn't even take a chance.
The main objective of the filmmaker seems to be to show a very rigid set of moralities, interpretation which he disowns, he blames any interpretation to the spectator. As if the kuleshov effect didn't exist and juxtaposition of images wasn't a well studied science.
For example, he presents a group of educated white people talking about ideas and auteurs, against a group of non-white uneducated people just getting wasted and exposed; this is a great moment to remember that there wasn't a single professional actor in this film.
There's for me an overall feeling of misery impregnating all aspects of this production, first the misery of white empty people showing off for an speck of intellectual appreciation, then the misery of people living in poverty and being filmed to make a tall tale about the inherent savageness of the human race and it's direct correlation to the privilege one has. But the most miserable man is not the filmmaker who in its own account would deserve a hat, and even maybe a chair. No, the most miserable person in this transaction is the spectator. Especially the one who was taken on a date with someone who had already watched the film. This spectator that slowly descended into the realisation that his date was an insufferable and pseudointellectual snob who pretended to enjoy such demonstrations of misery in cinema, and actually considered that it has an honest element of artistry. Someone who he thought highly of, just getting crushed under the desperate attempt of Reygadas to make something remotely trascendental, just to be blocked on every social media platform after that. Very inconvenient and uncomfortable situation due to them already living together. Poor, poor soul.
This is my opinion, the movie is garbage. No one can like this movie genuinely, this is no one's favourite movie. Anyone who says to like this either is Reygadas family or is pretending and will flip at the slightest sign of pressure. I will die on this hill.
In fact, I challenge anyone who is willing to defend this film to a fight-to-death.
I'll be in the fountain at London Square every Friday at 3pm.
Edit: As to april 2022 no one has shown. This is only further proving my point. This is no one's favourite movie, no one would even take a punch for this movie, hell, they wouldn't even take a chance.
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