The use of sound is superb. Visually and aesthetically excellent. An elegant and tasteful portrait.
"I put this moment here." "i put this moment....here". I put this moment.... over here !| Wondrous little gem looking at the existence of several patients at an institution for the mentally impaired. The camerawork is unobtrusive yet draws us into their world. The decision to frame the picture around a conversation between two schizophrenics was quite inspired.
A mesmerizing film. Beautifully photographed despite the grimy, nature-less surroundings. I love how the camera never truly aims directly at its subjects, the patients. It's always through windows, or the camera is focusing on a wall, or Dutch-tilted in order to make you want to reach out and TURN the damn thing! This is symbolic, of course, of the whole theme of forgotten, misunderstood mentally ill patients.
This is a heartbreaking film. I am still crying, and I cried throughout the movie. There is beauty, light, attachment and humanity in the story. There is also pain, a lot of pain and suffering. The distance between those who are sane and those who are ill is not as big as I thought it is. Watching the movie was a trip towards my own sadness and resilience.
It hurts and it's somewhat scary and certainly uncomfortable, but what surprises the most is the simplicity of the gestures, the strong beliefs these people have and their sincere reactions. It's a world we wouldn't want to see, because we all think of ourselves as being so much more than we actually are... and then one is put in front of someone who seems to be forsaken by God still defending the nature of divinity. I think the man that keeps moving those rocks is a reflection of the small things we all do everyday, things that don't matter at all but in which we put all our energy as if there is nothing else we could dedicate our time to. The swing...another symbol for the nothingness of living. Moving back and forth without any target at all. On the other hand, the man that lies in bed, looking at the ceiling, the only one that seems to do nothing...he is actually the lucky character, the one that is able to understand and see more because he doesn't let the small pieces of the pattern blind him. Scared scary children not knowing how to react...
Early on in the film, I was brought to the realization that all their mannerism, their gesticulations (to some contortions) are the result in, in my own mind, normative structures in society. These were people who lived, who respected, and who loved. What does it matter what you believe so long as you love and the clouds break up at the end of the day?
One of the best Film, that I had ever see. The Photography is really great and poetic, the sound is also terrific. In some places only the litte noise of the stones without Image gives the Film such a meditativ Atmosphere. The confused dialog between the scientifcal mind and the religous one, mixed with the images of the Place, remember my some of the texts of Samuel Beckett. A really great film
Fantastic film. I was shocked as I thought of the man in the yard who was moving rocks for 40 years with no apparent purpose. The religious overtones delve into the delusional minds of such individuals that take comfort in the supernatural realm. I am truly terrified to realize the world is full of individuals who take their belief systems with no request of evidence.
This film somehow brought Huxley`s Savage on my mind, the Savage who wanted God, poetry, unanswerable questions and the marginalization which inevitably accompanies such `tastes`... And i do not want to sound apocalyptic, but it seems like those great interogations that hauned humanity from Aristotle to Nietzsche finally found their last shelter in an asylum, on the lips of the `mentally defficient`, rejected and derided by the outside world. Isn`t this the subtle portrait of a world turned upside down, with wisdom taking refuge in a mental institution...