A subtle and exquisite film that touches on the mysterious subject of impossible love. Birkin's character made me think about a timelessness when it comes to love; as if she were living a naïve, teenage, pure-as-can-be love that no longer fits her own age nor while it matches her lover's. Agnès is simply outstanding. <3
If you can manage empathy, and I sympathize with those that can't, but if you can... my god, Varda's made the most profound universally relatable love story I have ever seen. Fear and risk and vulnerability and shame and well, fuck it, looks like I'm about to do this because there goes my better judgment... love. Biggest mystery, indeed! Not sure I've ever been so riveted by an emotionally-driven film. Well done. 4.5
Definitely the most unsettling film I have ever seen by Agnes Varda (I have seen at least 12). I won't judge the story, but to say that it borders on pedophilia is an understatement. I don't see this as the teen fantasy that some may take it for; I found it deeply disturbing. But that can be a good sign; art should make you feel something, even if it is profound revulsion. Birkin and Gainsbourg are perfect.
so silly sweet & weird_sweet won _jane birkin charlotte ginsbourg & the boy are wonderful_she had big feet & small tits & wasn't much of a lay_just a housewife in love with a kid_sweet_love is a treasure even if it's weird
Stunningly dangerous. Guaranteed to leave an impression that's deep yet unnerving. Pushing at the boundaries of paedophilia but resonating with that school boy intrigue and fantasy of the older woman. Jane Birkin personifies passion and madness in a way that draws you in to world where right and wrong loose their absoluteness as black and white can mixed in to so many shades of grey. Stunning… and I am still stunned
Upon its initial release, Caryn James declared that ''Kung Fu Master is foolish and self-indulgent beyond compare [...] much too stupid to be offensive." To which I say: Pish. My biases--affection for both Jane Birkin and her daughter; fond memories of my own early adolescent triumph over Nintendo's port of Kung Fu--can't obscure the virtues of Varda's strangely delicate interplay of desire, difficulty, and disease.