Awfully artificial and pretentious drama about a couple spending the last day on earth together. Yes, it is as bizarre as it sounds. The actors do their best but there is zero chemistry between them and the super slow pace destroys the last rest of interest.
I loved it. The way people used skype to talk to loved ones and the power it holds over social interaction, leaving it on, but muting it. It felt real. The fact that the movie was mostly about his struggle was a little bit upsetting. I got almost no insights into her character.
Interesting take on where the end of the earth finds our times. A story of love and desire over splashing buckets of colour as art and electrical storms of rock music and scenes of passionate sex. Although the movie is quite good in conveying the mess up of modernity it fails on philosophical and religious references for the responsibility of the end of the earth. (Gore ? Yoga ? Dalai Lama ? come on...)
J'ai beaucoup aimé ce film. La fin du monde - sujet traité vu et revu au cinéma - est ici admirablement traité par Abel Ferrara. On se retrouve plongés dans un (quasi) huit clos, dans l'appartement, attendant la fin. La peur, le désir, la colère, l'amour, tout ressurgit alors. Le jeu de Willem Dafoe est excellent.
Loin des effets tape-à-l'oeil, Abel Ferrara a choisi de traiter la fin du monde sous l'angle de l'intime. Si on adhère au propos sans réserve, de cette fin du monde où l'intime s'alterne entre l'écran et la chair, les digressions boudhiques, la transmission du vide et de l'ennui jouent parfois un peu trop avec les nerfs du spectateur.
Venant d'Abel Ferrara, une fin du monde presque tranquille et résignée semble un peu aberrante. D'après lui, sa compagne de l'époque (Shanyn Leigh, bouddhiste convaincue) l'avait bien calmé. En tout cas, son approche minimaliste et spirituelle ne manque pas d'intérêt, les actes et les dialogues "banals" prenant soudain une importance nouvelle. Le projet exigeait quand même un budget plus élevé... (3,5 /5)
Besides retrace the histories that have paved the lineaments of your face, what to do the last few hours before the world ends? Get high? Call Mom? Make masterpieces? Eat a steak with your dog? This is the most civil of apocalypse film. Sure there are quarrels, a suicide, a calling-out-the-landlord for the rent hikes. Might as well fuck and order Chinese! A moving night on Delancey, an idealized peace to the end all.
We know for sure about our mortality and yet we don't know anything about the meaning of it. We speculate and speculate, but eventually everything turns out to be circle. Then nihilism comes up which is fought back by the ideas of labour and occasional sex. Yes! All we've left with are those distractions. The ending of the world is just a detail, it already is fading away for each one of us.
Endlessly frustrating. There are many intriguing ideas and moments here but Ferrara never really achieves a coherent thematic or atmospheric narrative. It vacillates between platitudes, poignancy and senselessness when the film's idea could have spawned something genuinely transcendent. A missed opportunity.
No bad idea to show an intimate version of the apocalypse. There are some good ideas and intense sequences, but also a lot of kitsch (especially connected to Skye and her pseudo-spirituality). In the end the film turns out to be unsatisfactory, maybe too improvised. And by the way it's one of the longest Apple (and also Skype) commercials I have ever seen...