Out 1 is a very precise picture of post May ’68 malaise – when Utopian dreams of a new society had crashed and burned, radical terrorism was starting to emerge in unlikely places and a great many other things.
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Possibly the greatest film i've ever seen on big screen (with Godard's Éloge de l'amour). I wanna thanks the cinematheque of Montreal for their courageous and worthy effort for the projection of this wonderful digital restored copy of this once called « holy grail masterpiece ». This film need to be seen in big screen only to feel more « la durée », the performances and brilliant camera works. Rivette was the illest.
Certainly the most demanding film I've ever seen, and large stretches veer between tantalizing and irrelevant—but have faith, it's going somewhere. Combining Feuillade's serials with a May 1968 hangover, it's about nothing less than the desire to be part of something deeper than mere mundane reality. Maybe a group exists, a secret faction operating under society's radar? Is that paranoia? Or is it a happy fantasy?
97/100 - Ultimately the film is rather simple: two theater groups perform Aeschylus, some were once members of a semi-secret group of intellectual idealists, and a seemingly crazy boy with bizarre ideas and actions forces them to reconnect. This occurs over 13 protracted hours, wherein the wait, the confusion, and the will to solve the puzzle becomes part of one’s...
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Art as heroic undertaking. Undertaken by the excluded, the denuded, and the deluded. That Out 1 is still w/ us, reverberating into our now, leaving paranoid traces in the cities we navigate and into the machinery of which we will never be initiated, speaks to the power of art on the margins (on the outs) to pollute the world in a way that will continue to rescue some of us from barren days varying shades of bleak.
Yoga and cigarettes. Antoine Doinel is still obsessed with Balzac, but this time, instead of starting a fire, he infiltrates a secret society of chain-smoking thespians. Like my own life, this is full of offbeat histrionics and mystery. And Rivette did the backwards-talking thing 21 years before David Lynch.