Few traits propel Sarmiento’s film maudit above crushing historical adaptation, much less trifling visitation of banal drama: striving to balance turgidity with fleetness in its multi-angled perspectives, yet with such levity as to foster only cursory impressions (‘sprawling mess’ subclass, rather); nor does glitterati cast breed clout as much as suggest gala tribute pantomime. There surely exists a more emboldened monument to Ruiz’s erstwhile prolific life’s work, in light of his widow’s succession perceivably out of her depth.
Visualmente deslumbrante, como se filmasse uma pintura à óleo, à noite, sob luar e velas, a narrativa está longe de ser estática: A câmera se move com o êxodo, pelas linhas, a pé, junto e ao redor dos portugueses, britânicos, franceses, criando uma dinâmica própria, irresistível. Sim, Sarmiento imita o estilo "Raul Ruiz" em cada detalhe ínfimo, íntimo (Porque não?) e cria um relógio magnifico de planos e cinema.
Tonight, Matthew, you will attempt to be "Mysteries of Lisbon", and you will fail. (Honest effort nevertheless.)
popular novel in images and dialogue that shows real love for the characters and their description. think ruiz would be proud of some scenes shown in here.
i can't believe i could have been an extra in this film and didn't take the job!!!