I do not recommend this movie to anyone. I loved it, so that sounds odd, but dear god, don’t do this to yourself. This is the Au hasard Balthazar of our time and I warn people about that one too, though at least Bresson’s beauty sweeps you away, somewhat. This one, though strangely beautiful (you’ve never wanted to laugh and cry so much at the longest, loveliest shot of dog shit you’ve ever seen), has a harshness that makes you grip the theater seat, wincing at what comes next.
December 31, 2016