Laxe was certainly aware of Tommy Lee Jones' The Three Burials of Melquiades Estrada. Mimosas is an uninspired and unaccomplished copy with a pretension for mysticism and the so often sought-after mesmerising shots as a substitute for lyrical interpretation. Posing against the imposing backdrop of the Atlas mountains is easy but Laxe lacks the vision to deliver something more than just a beautiful postcard.
Beautiful stone-strewn mountains, green-blue meltwater rivers, inhospitable remote places. A simple story in essence but very well told. Took place in two worlds, most of it could be almost any century, but there were brief forays into the modern world as well. Almost worth five stars, but I struggled with the ending a bit.
An enigmatic quest across the Atlas Mountains mesmerises and disorientates in equal measures in Laxe's boundless exploration of faith, landscape and tradition. The exquisite 16mm photography and soundscape carve a rich viewing experience as oblique as it is rewarding; you just have to be prepared to abandon any hope of an answer to the questions the film raises.
7/10 Dans les montagnes inhospitalières du Maroc, trois hommes unissent leurs forces pour ramener la dépouille d'un cheikh à ses proches. Avec ses airs de western métaphysique, ce périple contemplatif empreint de religion se révèle envoûtant. Chronique complète à lire sur Citazine : http://www.citazine.fr/article/mimosas-voie-de-atlas-western-spirituel-au-maroc