So original. How did she create so much tension in these images? The tension of the bodies, of underlying jealousy as scorching as the african sun, of the tumbling of power, of utter boredom and the sheer inner hysteria of one man. And the final scene, that final scene, may be one of the best final scenes I have ever seen.
I aspire to make works of a similar fusion of post-modern dance and narrative filmmaking. This is an aching tale of non-belonging told solely through movement. Never have I seen a film that is more a testament to the performative nature of masculinity. -- An especially enlightening review: http://www.bfi.org.uk/news-opinion/sight-sound-magazine/features/greatest-films-all-time/blood-sand-beau-travail
re-watched tonight, four years later. Words do not touch this film. In other words, there is nothing to say. Just breathe, experience. Hands down one of the best cinematic experiences ever. Maybe this sounds lazy, but this is one of the few times I've walked away from a film and there was simply no need to speak or describe. I am a ripe sponge, I am basking in a super juicy pleasure dome.
Event-wary but all the same an extreme sensory overload, this film doesn't really need a story. The domesticity of military life is not something you usually see, nor do you see a film so originally communicating routine. Monotonous it isn't. nor does it default to paranoid information flows. I'd say BT is one of the only films about Male Hysteria, a topic Melville and Denis have mastered. Rewatched b/c Moonlight.