Großes französisches Kino mit 2 herausragenden Hauptdarstellern, erotisch und poetisch, Stil: irgendwo zwischen Forsythe-Ballett, Gaspard Noe und Eric Rohmer. Anfangs fallen viele Worte, später nicht mehr. Es ist schön, mit zu erleben, wie die beiden Charaktere ihre Beklemmungen, Trauer und Abstoßungen nach und nach in glühende Leidenschaft verwandeln. Die Liebe ist ein Spiel, und Ernst
This is the best antidote to Nuit #1: Mixed Martial Love or Extreme Contact Improvisation. A happy clash of influences, from the heritage of Eric Rohmer, whose love discourse seems to be abhorred by the characters who try to find a carnal language, closer to Gaspar Noé. A kick in the nuts for millennial puritanism that dwells in clichés about the lack of originality in the expression of the ways of the libido.
If that woman entered into my life, I would be terrified. Her mental torment manifesting in physical anger. But also there's something primal and sensual about her that would attract me. A uniquely expressed courtship in this film, filled with the contradictions of lust, regret, repugnance, lots of anger, the desire to dominate & to submit, As ambiguous and disturbing as dysfunctional passionate love can be.
I do believe I have found one of my favourite films of all time. An absolutely stunner of a film. Dancers. Wrestlers. Fornicators. How I love French Cinema! The 2 actors are so immeasurably brave - I loved seeing all the bruises and scrapes that covered their bodies by the end of the film. Their chemistry (and trust as actors) is palpable and commendable.
Absolutely one of the most remarkable collaborations I have ever witnessed between a director and a pair of actors. In fact, sort of resembles some kind of extraordinary acting workshop. This exploration of a combative eros takes something from Maurice Pialat (a nuanced exploration of dynamic interpersonal encounters, often violent (or at very least volatile)). Performance totally divorced from cliché and inhibition.