Trembling masculinity dense and carefully pedestaled + a woman that is challenged in her moral aptitude as a mother archetype to be the cushion for high stake situations: a sacrifice without a thank you nor compensation. poetic both visually and conceptually interwoven with layers of cruelty and compassion. the human's hold of principles come bellowing down the tighter the grip and morbid hilarity ensues
While I personally see an anthropological study on human nature, it fails to engage and to progress to tell a story in a fluent, cohesive way. Choice of music was interesting but added nothing. Finally, if you don't watch there's nothing you'll miss. You will not feel that 'feeling' movies give.
The razor thin ties that bind people come unraveling in a split-second instant of stark transparency. Whether by colossal force or merely a poor choice of words, when the veil of artifice flutters aside, we are left gawping at the house of cards we've built for ourselves. The austere cinematography is a cruel accomplice, framing our hapless protagonists with comically cool detachment. Bracing and droll.
Snow white ground became site of entering the shadows, site of separations... “You're not the only victim here. ... “I'm a victim of my own bloody instincts!”.Who are we? Our perceptions, our personas, that what others see in us, or that force majeure eye/camera sees?Are our decisions, as individuals or groups-society, following steps or random and chaotic, careful enough, well planned, justifiable? No. Masterpiece.