A Conversation That Doesn't Use Just Words
If you don't like "weird", then by all means stay away from this film. If you don't mind going out on a limb, you will discover an alternate universe full of mystery and surprises. By no means a masterpiece, it is more like an adventure full of weird, weird, weird weirdness and beauty beauty and more beauty if you know what I mean. Take a chance on this bizarre work.
Intriguing and captivating. Maybe there could be a little more mystery about what is truly happening. But the possibility of explanation that we end up getting does not hurt the metaphorical potentiality of this work. We see fragments of the lives of ordinary people and bits of odd narratives in a sequence held together by the main character. And a sugested paralel on real life is quite interesting.
What a fun bit of weirdness! But the end is so lousy, it slightly ruins the film. The ending seemed to have been inspired by Pixar's "Cars". Other than that, I loved it, especially the references to Cocteau, Jean Seberg, and the French B-movie, "Eyes Without a Face".
Eish pah que génio a cena da Édith Scob a pôr a máscara do "Eyes Without A Face", foda-se que lindo.
E o diálogo da relação dos actores com a evolução do cinema. Ei, isto é tão lindo, todo o filme, eish <3
I was skeptical about watching the movie at first. I was expecting another new "weird for the sake of weird" film, but I was glad to see it's not the case. A very subtle and well balanced film, marked by wonderful acting from Denis Lavant.
"Holy Motors" is a freak show. A very entertaining freak show, but a freak show nevertheless. For the first half-hour I was still trying to make sense of what I was seeing but then I just gave up and enjoyed this very crazy limousine ride right until the end.
It mat not be an easy film to watch since it's so experimental and self-indulgent with all of its nonsense, but it's a great cinematographic experience.
The ambiguity of the plot and it's exquisite surrealist aesthetics makes this a visually alluring contemporary film. It is a story about stories and like a chameleon, Lavant plays a part in each of these stories to convey the notion of role-playing. I also would like to point out that the mask reminds me of the movie Lost in New York.
In an era of email, text messaging and lacking identity, the study of the human need for artificiality and disguises that lies at the core of "Holy Motors" is all the more resonant. The apparent necessity of white lies and superficial, archetypal personae to all of us manages to be conveyed as hyperbole, and yet the film is (somehow) so intimate in its soulful, wacky madness.