***1/2. Road movie. 12 years before Thelma and Louise, Jeanne and Marie hit the road but soon go round and round in circles. They drive or walk through cities, small towns, mountains, forests and plains but never cross the frontier that would lead them to total liberty. It's an ode to the absurdity of life. It's a november movie. Highly recommended.
3 & 1/2 stars. Feminism pushing beyond boundaries of gender into more unified philosophizing of social ills, psychological limits, political incarcerations of the invisible type. It seems to even shine a light on the future in which homelessness in Capitalist countries becomes passé and accepted. Lack of money itself equaling a precise and quantifiable relinquishing of social and legal rights.
Pieces of score ebbing and flowing thru the film like fluvial fractions obscured or disclosed, my mind returned in akin stitchlike manner to Klopfenstein’s St. Francis Bird Tour (the sort of antifilm you love or hate, most frequently ignore), to which Messidor relates like Melpomene to Thalia: both films are critical, vagrant enterprises, but Tanner’s tragic undertones don't stem from battering the film establishment