The jungle is a beautiful and tranquil environment, but also harsh and brutal. Each of the characters in this story, each in their own way, experience the latter. This film superbly conveys that "nightmare."
Stanislas Merhar and his wandering gaze, absorbed in his inner fixity, his beauty simultaneously opaque and translucent, the one that should have been Cocteau's "Orpheus" but that with Akerman materialized a journey into the heart of darkness. And it's precisely by this darkness, with Wagnerian chords, that this "captive" film begins and finds a Durasian poesis encrusted in a fearless landscape.
Certainly not a journey for everyone, but it is worthwhile. The most rewarding feature for me was the cinematography, specially for the first half of it.
If Zahira's portrayal was better, I believe the whole scenario would also benefit - but this is just someone who hasn't read the book speaking. Anyway, not a bad idea, since the film isn't meant to be 100% accurate.
The dreamiest, silent parts are the best ones.
A gorgeous, occasionally difficult fable of colonialism and power structures. I am rarely inspired by adaptations, and though I haven't read Conrad's novel, this has all the makings of an adaptation that impresses me. Personal, fragmented, interpretative. Using the source as inspiration rather than script. Would still read the book afterwards, a rare feat. More like this please!