Magical. Multi-dimensional. Acesos time, in defining through poetry the so pretentiously called the "human condition". The still old nature of paintings melts with the present, so naturally that they didn't need to make it obvious as they did sometimes. Are the protagonists too aware? Is loneliness growing their sensitivity? Or are they simply personification of the authors? The real main character is indeed reality.
A wonderful reflection on the human condition and its expression both in film and the works of old masters like Bruegel. What captivated me most is how Museum Hours brilliantly transcends fiction and realism, and thereby is wisely modest in dealing with its subject and the skilful montage of life as observed by the painters, by Johann and by the filmmaker through his views of a seemingly mundane, wintry Vienna.
The raison d'etre of this film is to show that we can look at life like it is art, and it does a pretty good job at that. But it revolves an awkward plot about a platonic relationship between a fiftysomething man and woman that feels a little downbeat and uncomfortable throughout, and is not hugely interesting. Thrown in are some naked gallery visitors and a long discussion on Breugel. Didn't quite work for me.
Such a beautiful, thoughtful and gentle film about looking and feeling. It makes me think of all the people I know who are so beautiful, thoughtful and gentle, that is, most people, and I wonder why films like this aren't 'the mainstream' and how most people just won't see this because it won't be in the cinema and they won't seek it out or have the patience to see themselves in it.