Romi, a Japanese woman living in Paris, works in a karaoke bar. At home in the suburbs, she tends to her paraplegic lover Milou. To pass the time she recounts to him a story alluding to a period they once spent together in Japan.
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I am in awe. This movie can be placed in the interstice between literature and cinema.
In a symbiotic process, the narration of a fantasy tale is enriched by its visual representation, and at the same time images are given a meaning by means of the narration itself. It is like seeing what you usually imagine while reading a novel.
A well crafted experiment!
There are two stories being told, one through film, the other through narration. Both are similar and different. Often, if you look hard enough, both will have something similar in each frame/ sentence.
Now, what if both were the same story represented in different ways? What if the narrator was unreliably narrating the visual story?
This film isn’t just stunning to watch, but also to listen to! Hauntingly poetic.
The cognitive dissonance caused by the disconnect between what we read (and thus imagine) and what we see on the screen is incredibly effective. It is also very taxing. Especially because Romi's account is truly terrifying. As brutal as Takashi Miike's Audition, with elements of body horror that one would expect in an early Cronenberg's movie, the unseen film is terrifying precisely because it remains *unseen*.
Delightfully disturbing. Once in a while I see a film or read a book, or hear a song the atmosphere of which is so dark, menacing, and absurdly hilarious that I instantly fall in love. This is one of such cases. The video narration shows a woman who cares for her paraplegic lover and is sinking deep into grief. The audio narration tells a very peculiar story with the same characters. And there's a bottle of warts.
I would’ve liked to see this as a short film. I followed it closely but around two-thirds of the way though, the characters and plot sort of ceased to mean anything to me. Everything became to abstracted and visually dull/lifeless that the charisma that the movie started with was gone. Not to sound too critical. It’s an ambitious concept— and that it stopped resonating with me is just my personal reaction.
I couldn't get through more than ten minutes of it. The eyes were rolling hard. Perhaps it's one of those that develops slowly. Name five movies that are great despite developing as the speed of drying paint. 1. Wings of Desire 2. nope. Just Wings. There are no more. What were these people thinking? The little I saw was heavily ponderous and and ineffectively so. BORING!