de la lumină la întuneric, chiarostami, kiaroscuro. -- les plages d'agnes, les plages d'abbas. plajele lui agnes varda sunt recapitulări ale unei vieţi prea puţin convenţionale, imponderabile şi pline de iniţiative deopotrivă, cele ale lui abbas sunt omagii lui ozu, dedicaţii, nu biografii.
Overall I feel like the first 3 takes were a bit too weak to give the film a great score, but the last two made up for it. I'll certainly need to check out that last segment again and if I'm brave enough I'll watch the entire film again in the coming weeks or months.
PART I of wall post:
The closest thing I know of to a "poetic cinema." What I mean by this is a kind of cinema that allows you to fill in all the emotion entirely on your own. There is nearly no manipulation on the filmmaker's part in this kind of cinema. He only shoots objects he finds of substantial interest and meaning, and then allows you to bring your life and all your dreams to the film.
It takes an enormous kind of sensibility to pull this off. I started and couldn't stop. I don't know if those scenes were staged or nature just allowed him to be such magical just by knowing when to be there and put the camera on. In every five of those scenes something interesting happens... how? In any case, the sea will always look good on camera... always. This was strangely awesome to watch.
What did I miss here? I found nothing stimulating in this, other than the positioning of the camera is done by someone with an eye for captured images, but so what? The film gave me nothing. Does that make me unworthy?
Really like Ten and Shirin, Kiarostami's other 'experiments'... this didn't work in my opinion. It seems like self reduction to nothing.