marco bermudez’s review published on Letterboxd:
Can you explain a film that’s so.... hard to pin down? That’s so out there that it defies all logic and sense?
I’d go with no, so I can’t really explain the film to anybody, let alone myself.
What I can tell you that the film is an acid trip of an experience, Leos Carax and the French Daniel Day-Lewis; Denis Lavant, create an intersection of fairy tales, Buñuel films and the ramblings of a deranged lunatic.
It defies all genre, all plot mechanics and pushes the boundaries of cinema.
It rises above world of the film, creating this meta and existential commentary on acting and directing and inhabiting another person’s life moving to a whole other perspective.
Then at that point, what do you go back to? Your life, when you’ve been someone else for so long?
Look, I’m not sure if that’s the thesis that Carax is putting forth, but that’s my interpretation and anybody who says they know exactly what the filmmakers were intending are probably lying.
It’s incoherent in the best possible way and an experience I’m not likely to forget for a long time.