this *perfect object* is excessive in its vitality! postures recede from verisimilitude, into darkness, into silence, into reverse ... into materiality.
characters w/ a staccato cadence followed by a floating camera through locations of impermanence. said it before, no one poses like they do in a rivette, especially juliet berto ! my queen of cinema, everyone else stands in her shadow, and this is her finest - as if rendered by epstein. tiptoeing through fluctuations of gender, and genre, my…
purely fluid narrative with a cyclical posture, reflecting opposing systems across two temporal axes. traced images repeat and haunt, sometimes sumptuously (night skies) through the passages whilst locations trace characters back to shelter, casting moments of delay inside a concrete tragedy.
one of the truly most heartbreaking films to greet a boys eyes.
"the body is imaginary, and we bow to the tyranny of a phantom. love is a privileged perception, the most total and lucid not only of the unreality of the world but of our own unreality; not only do we traverse a realm of shadows; we ourselves are shadows." - bioy casares