Feels a bit like Campion meets Ramsay.
A welcome exploration of an underexplored part on the German front at the very end of World War 2. However, it lacks the distinctive virtuoso qualities of two masterpieces dealing with similar themes from other nations: namely the hallucinogenic horror of "Come And See" or the superb balance between light and dark of "Grave Of The Fireflies".
Very atmospheric (Max Richter’s beautiful score helps) + lots of beautiful tight shots of faces, hands and feet, accompanied by the occasional rural pillow shots (the best ones are of the Black Forest) + the fascinating plot (with a very interesting reveal at the end) and Saskia Rosendahl’s breakout performance in the lead make Lore’s journey all the more gripping to follow. Also very impressed by Nele Trebs.
this was so beautifully shot i could cry. every frame was a photograph begging to be put on a wall. the acting was superb. the direction the film took was intense and compelling. the entire film was hauntingly beautiful.
Enchanting visuals coupled with an intense metaphorical tale, persuade the viewer to further engage in a girl's harsh realization of the arrogant beliefs that plague her time.
Shortland’s tapestry is nothing short of gorgeous, and what she may lack in narrative urgency, she makes up for with a quietly resplendent, reverberant picture. The new Campion?
The compelling and emotionally harrowing tale of a parent-less German family on the run at the end of WW2. Shortland goes in strong and tackles the subject of an irreparable broken psyche as told through the eyes of a 15 year old, imbuing it with superb performances and wonderfully tactile imagery. My only small gripe was the repetitive score. A perfect example of how to tell a big story on a low-budget. 4.5 stars
São 700Km de um road-movie trágico e sangrento. Cada vez mais sujo, maltrapilho, esfomeado. Com um bebê em prantos, sob espreita dos espectros da floresta, dos refugiados decrépitos, das tropas de ocupação e a morte. Esse cheiro que empesteia cada frame, que leva às profundezas do desespero, quando não se tem nada a oferecer além da inocência. Nem isso. Porque a morte impregna o corpo. E o cheiro é repugnante.