Lights in the Dusk
25Dec11
The unflinching brutality of the combat is transformed into a terrifying burlesque when intercut with Dumont's more characteristic observations on small-town ennui.
Dalle fredde campagne delle fiandre (Hors Satan) al polveroso deserto del medio oriente (Hadewijch). Dumont traccia il terreno per le opere successive! From the cold plains of Flanders (Hors Satan) to dusty desert of Middle East (Hadewijch). Dumont track the ground for the following works!
There was once a great director named Bruno Dumont...the first 30 minutes or so are about the best thing Dumont has ever done: incommunicable fucking in farm country...and then he slides off into territory he knows nothing about and films it badly: in L'Humante, it was the police procedural; in Twenty-nine Palms, it was the USA; and this time the war genre.
Here and elsewhere. The conflict at home, personal and domestic, as a precursor to the conflict(s) of war; creating echoes of events, moments and interactions that haunt the audience as profoundly as they haunt the film's central characters. These reminders - or scars, emotional and physical - are all around us, in everything we do.
The unflinching brutality of the combat is transformed into a terrifying burlesque when intercut with Dumont's more characteristic observations on small-town ennui.
This failed to reach me the way Dumonts other films have. it felt as though he was wading into unfamiliar waters - the film just didn't connect. As always, beautiful cinematography though.
Drove 85 miles (some 137 [!!!] Km) - back and forth - to see a working print of Flanders, on a film festival (has not premiered comercially ever since) in Évora. Was totally worth it, though...
Winner of the Grand Jury Prize during the 2006 Cannes Film Festival, Bruno Dumont’s “Flandres” is a dark cross-examination of the simplicity of rural life and the horrors of war. The film banks on shock value and implants unpleasant images of abuse into our minds. http://pixelatedpopcorn.blogspot.com/
Man is an animal Man is an animal. Man is an animal. Man is an animal. You think you get it? No no no! You still don't get it. Man is an animal. Man is an animal. Man is an animal. Man is an animal. Credits.
I suppose I'm missing something with this one, as much as I searched and searched, I couldn't find enough depth or humanity in the characters to actually care about them. There are many long scenes in empty fields that reflected my feelings about this film, something meaningful and beautiful could have grown there, but all I found was mud.