Charlotte is married with one son and is a doctor in a clinic in Brussels. She has sex with patients in an apartment, selecting the men as if setting up a scientific experiment: They are all unusual, very hirsute, coarse, fat or old. The marriage teeters when her husband Max finds out. Charlotte starts therapy to discover what is going on with her, but her confused desires cannot be described in words. In the end, the family moves to India, where Max has a job as an architect. Charlotte gives birth to twins.
Brownian movement describes the permanent random movement of particles in liquids and gases that is caused as constantly moving atoms and molecules are jolted. Nanouk Leopold revolves around an unexplainable phenomenon with big, composed images. What keeps us together and what drives us apart? She tells of a love story between people who stick to each other although they cannot share everything. Leopold has her characters perform in rooms that have been carefully arranged and precisely lit. Containers for whirring particles. –Berlinale
Nanouk Leopold (born Rotterdam, 25 July 1968) is a Dutch film maker. She graduated from Dutch film school in 1997, starting off by making films for Dutch television. In 2001, she released her first feature film Îles flottantes ("Floating Islands), as part of the No More Heroes project that also meant the feature film debut of directors Martin Koolhoven and Michiel van Jaarsveld. Îles flottantes was selected for the Tiger Awards of the Rotterdam Film Festival.
Her long-awaited follow up came in 2005 when she made Guernsey (nl), which won her two awards at the Dutch Film Festival and got her selected for Une Quinzaine des Réalisateurs in the Cannes Film Festival.
After that she directed is Wolfsbergen (2007), which premiered at the Berlinale, as did her movie after that: The Brownian Movement, her first English spoken film.
Currently she is working on her first movie based on a novel: Boven is het stil. —Wikipedia
I wonder why i 've wasted my time watching this. It is so pretentious and tries to be something that doesn't go anywhere. No, this is definitely not Art.
The crows knew it from Day One: Berlin 2011 would be a—slightly—happier experience. Normally, when night began to fall, the crows