For Eureka, Lisandro Alonso returns to the face of Misael Saavedra and those who look like him in order to map the colonial wound over continental spaces. The Western that opens this triptych is a rather satisfiying closing chapter on the poorly aging Jauja. This part gains strength if it is understood as a renunciation of its two famous faces as well as its setting. In truth, Viggo Mortensen and Catherine Deneuve's daughter were just vessels to get Eureka financed.…
Nervous montage at a corrosive apex. The lyrics of Pablo Milanes' song are so crucial to the outro and overall affect of LBJ... so much so that I'm offended by the awful English translation still going around screenings and other formats to this day. Fortunately, I'm here to fix that:
Watch it here: youtu.be/izzrYLjWjZk
One of the saddest films. And not just because of the tragic fate of Philippe Marlaud, but also for the film’s nuances on love and chance encounters that lead nowhere and yet reveal everything.
She’s the one
who steers me through dust
and pools, the one who guides me
across the city, who helps me
when I can’t move my eyes
She turns my head and says,
"There is a post office;
there is a public theater ..."
- Robert Fernandez