"I give you my spirit, my flesh and my memories. Every drop of my blood sings our song. A song of happiness. There. Do you hear it?"
The last act of this film gave me the chills. Otherworldly experience.
An empty product, that feels far removed from reality. Almost nothing in it works for me. Nic Cage's role here isn't to act his best, but simply to exist and carry the whole film on his back, as the plot doesn't. As a drama about loss, it radiates a fake aura and its emotional moments are shallow; as a story about revenge it's middling and cartoonish. There is some entertainment value to the latter part, but otherwise it's a poor attempt at manipulating the audience to have feelings for shallow characters.
I knew it was a beautiful film, but a second watch really opened my eyes for how immensely perfect the aesthetic and composition for it is. Monica Vitti's dazed looks through the scenic shots in particular are as mesmerizing as it gets. Very few words in this one, but yet so much to discover.