Leos Carax’s brilliant feature debut follows the relationship of an aspiring filmmaker (Denis Lavant), who has just been left by his lover and a suicidal young woman (Mireille Perrier), who is also reeling from a failed romance.
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People never talk about the negative aspects of French movies. It sparks envy, because the women are freakishly beautiful and sometimes naked. "I want one of those!" They often lead to existential despair. "I woke up this morning and I realized I was in charge of my body. Why do I have to be in charge?" They also lead to lung cancer, because the French are always trying to be cool with their cigarettes.
After loving Holy Motors and digging Mauvais Sang, I really wanted to like this one but a good 40 mins of this shit drags its feet and feel so directionless. Though its visually arresting, the gent has better work in him!
This is such an interesting movie, it's really different. It's a good story about 'weird' young lovers and it's not even close of being like this new films [as 'Submarine' and '500 days of summer']. They try to be different but are only cute movies, nothing else.
Even as the plot wallows in melancholy, heartbreak, sad memories and lonelyhearts on parade, the movie is a visceral treat, a tone poem framed in portrait-like black and white that moves to its own mysterious rhythm. It is alive with the feeling of young love, even as Alex and Mereille march down the road to tragedy. Carax follows his own muse, with his constant fades to black and intercut dissolves. Haunting.
How come everytime I have a revelation on surroundings, on simple and concrete things around me, I'd watched previously a black-and-white movie ?
First, this happens to me in high-school when I've seen EUROPA. In the last couple of weeks I've discovered the same feeling as in the past. The black-and-white fully converge the spirit in the concrete state of things. Same happend last night with Boy Meets Girl.