The washed out piss coloured grading really got on my nerves at the beginning but I warmed up to it as the film went on. Something about it beautifully captures the glare of the sun and exudes warmth despite the coldness of the tone. Maybe it was the story working in tandem with the cinematography.
Anyways, I'll remember this as the Sean Baker film where Asa Akira shows up to tell a terrible joke.
'Suffocating' would be an apt word to describe this film. A three and a half hour film where the first half is spent establishing a routine in a steady measured manner only to have it unravel at an excruciatingly slow pace, leaving Jeanne — and us — spiralling down a dark path.
The framing for the most part is so tight and closed in that it leaves no room to breathe. The walls close in on us and when there…
As a film that pretends to talk about profound significant ideas and themes it has nothing to say about anything whatsoever. Every single positive conversation about this film claims that it tackles issues like mental health, class differences and class struggle but it really doesn't. It never really comments on anything, just vaguely gestures about and throws the word 'society' around a few times. Mission accomplished.
They really showed it to society. What do they mean by society you ask? Well, society! Don't ask bothersome questions and dwell on the implications of that term. We live in it.