'We wander among the ruins of civilization. And precisely because it is in ruins, this civilization, there is no need to confront it. It really is a strange war that we’ve entered into, and that requires the production of worlds and languages, the opening of places, the building of homes', (Tiqqun).
The film is simple and compared to the first film in the pairing a straightforward plot and driving concept to the narrative. This is to the benefit of the film. It is welcoming and rewarding to the reader for this straightforwardness to it. It ultimately lacks the other touches that make a film really stick with my as a viewer and left me feeling cool the experience as a whole. Well directed and filmed certainly.
The word "Masterpiece" gets thrown around a lot these days. However... this film IS a Masterpiece. It absolutely wrecked me. Covering almost every emotion I have in me. The beauty in this cinematic effort is truly amazing - through great highs and tremendous lows - the way the director shows us these emotions is pure artistic inspiration. This is the power of cinema realized.
A sister and brother journey from Greece to Germany in search of a father they've never known. The movie feels like a extended metaphor for a search for God. I couldn't get past the violent scene in the truck, and had no faith that the other shoe wouldn't drop and I'd be something like a snuff film done for artistic reasons. It didn't turn out to be particularly gruesome but my faith in the movie was lost.
One of the most heartbreaking films I've seen in a long time, somewhere between Ivan's Childhood, the 400 Blows, and Grave of the Fireflies, this emotional piece of social realism—littered with brief moments of beautiful surrealism—is about as stark as they come. While at times it is heartwarming, it makes up for it by hitting you right in the gut with reality.
I liked this film a lot, but it suffered from trying too hard to be a "masterpiece." There are certain things that seem self-conscious, over determined. The foggy bit of film, people frozen in place staring up at the snow and a giant hand being lifted out of the ocean by a helicopter are examples of this. Also, some of the dialog was a bit too literary. Still, the film was very moving...
Angelopoulos sends his protagonist on a mythic journey through a repellent world full of social cold. Some of his highly symbolic and sometime surreal pictures are so intense that they stay in your head long after watching this film. Especially noteworthy is the slow and gently moving camera, changing the perspectives very smoothly.
Angelopoulos makes exquisite the cold alienation of life in a strange world so inhospitable to joy. Many of this film's sustained and often surreal images are just unforgettable. An absolutely brutal allegory about the struggle for -- and the value of -- faith. This is a rare work of genuine cinema, in that it could not exist in any other medium. Transcendent, perfect.