What might seem like self-indulgent bullshit at first turns out to be quite a poignant bit of filmmaking. The TMI approach here is, thankfully, just a starting off point that leads us to meditations on, among other things, memory, class relations, the nature of film making, and, yes, love and if we can ever recapture a specific moment in time. It's personal, emotional but above all brutally honest, and thus relatable
I found this a bit disappointing. Maybe it was the translation, but I found the dialogue very cliched. Lines like 'I thought "now my life begins' and it did' are pure cheese. The phone conversations are very unrealistic. The most interesting bit was a very short sequence about the main characters' grandmother. I would have much preferred to see a documentary about her.
A beautiful intensely personal scrapbook of a film, with grainy photographs, 'found' bits of film, music, and audio, touching on ancient questions about meaning, memory and time. It has a wistfulness about it which I associate with my favourite cinematic experiences. Brilliant.
Biologists state that creatures are perfectly adapted to habitat and even quite subtle changes to it can affect their chances of survival. Maybe love is a confounding factor capable of altering an environment and making it no longer suitable; when once you were so attuned, it becomes dangerous for you. You can enter another world, swim under water, immerse yourself. But you cannot live there. It is not your world.
Interesting idea and execution. A nostalgic journey. It very much feels like someone trying to bring back memories, moments from time long gone. Definitely it's not for "everyone", but if you like experiences mentioned above, then go ahead and watch Belleville Baby!