“Amor Matris, subjective and objective genitive, may be the only true thing in life.” By repeating the images of her dying in her deathbed, Watkins achieves the cinematic evocation of episodic memory; phantasmagorical and mesmeric. That and other repetitions capture Munch’s soul, the stream of his consciousness in a cinematic sense. She is too far away, but Edvard Munch might be cinema’s Stephen Dedalus. This is the most magnificent film I have ever seen, and one to which I return again and again.
No, I did not find the dvd for either. You wouldn't know where I could find a dvd of the French print of Matri Bhumi would you? I’ve read that it has the original and intended "bird soaring in the sky" ending.