Tristan’s review published on Letterboxd:
“But human life is meaningful, rich, beautiful and filthy. It encompasses everything. But we abuse freedom, wasting it as if it were just some junk. People don’t like freedom. They’re afraid of it. This is strange, because there is nothing to fear when it comes to freedom. Order, on the other hand, can often be frightening.”
“In the east, the sky clears as fast as memory is forgotten. At dawn, scarlet and pale blue, it leans against the undulating horizon. In the same way the beggar trudges up the back steps of a church, the sun rises to five life to the shadows, and to separate earth and sky, man and animal, from the disturbing, strange unity in which they had become inextricably intertwined.”
A poetic search for meaning.
“I shouldn’t drink. When I do I keep thinking of coffins.”
“Go ahead, and think of the future. From now on, my friends, you are free.”
Passion and beauty.
Not only the best film ever made, specifically when referring to the medium in the context of narrative and thematic bliss, technical standards, depth, execution, and importance, but also the most human work of art I have ever seen.