A remarkably thoughtful film on desire. Beauty everywhere & yet the search for the monster -who appears in paintings, and even in the (Bunuel-esque) doubling of the art expert. Scenes located largely in art galleries, in the end I thought the monster is inside the art, within its forms and messages, its lines and painted surfaces. What is monstrous an inscrutable part of the artist, the creative process, the audience
I was completely enraptured by this film. The movie is only 1 hour and it plays like a short film in structure. The central mystery deals with the nature of the monster. Is it the monster we see that scares us or is it the monster we don't see, but know that it's still there? Or is it the monster hiding inside of us? Or is it another type we can't even put into words? This film delves very subtly into these ideas.
A companion piece to Le Dos Rouge, which I have yet to see, this also serves as a fun meditation on art, what people project upon it, what bounces back, and interactions between men and women using the art around them as a stimulus for conversation, and more. Not exactly enthralling throughout, this is nevertheless surprisingly enjoyable, interesting, and witty.
Fun and playful, mise en abyme, our experience mirroring that of the main character and so on... While we are searching along with the director for the painting, the entire film (or the visualisation process) seems to have turned into a monster. Symptoms of monstrosity emerge here and there, and at the very end, it seems to laugh at us. Scary, scary !
Évidemment, une œuvre d'art qui fait parler d'art à des artistes, ça a quelque chose de consanguin. Mais n'est-ce pas le sujet du film ? N'est-il pas question justement de monstruosité ? N'est-il pas question justement du regard que nous portons sur l'art et sur sa monstruosité ?
2.5 stars. I much preferred the earnest, stumbling grace of 'Museum Hours', finding this a little airless. That said, once I decided to watch it as the most unorthodox imaginable adaptation of several Edgar Allan Poe stories (particularly 'The Black Cat' and 'William Wilson', though also 'The Oval Portrait') I enjoyed it a lot more. Plus, it got me off the dead-end track of thinking about 'Vertigo'. That party tho.
Je sens bien la séduction des images, et les lectures de Célia et de la femme étrangère à travers les oeuvres sont tout à fait fascinantes, comme le vide des ambiances muséales. Mais le film se perd le long de la narration, il reste sospendu, de manière incompréhensible. Et moi, je reste insatisfaite, comme le réalisateur protagoniste du film.
3,5/5 Film assez surprenant qui me fait osciller entre la fascination de la réflexion sur l'art, le regard, le monstrueux, et la froideur en retrait d'un certain microcosme de commentateurs de l'art et d'artistes parfois assez vains. Film qui semble du coup s'auto-critiquer... telle une étudiante face à un tableau de Salomé et St Jean-Baptiste.
Belle variation cinématographique autour du spéculaire et du stade du miroir, selon Lacan. Que voyons-nous de nous-mêmes dans les images ? En quoi la reconnaissance venue de l'Autre — que ce soit le médecin (impeccable Barbet Schroeder), la productrice (émouvante Valérie Dréville) ou la critique d'art — est-elle essentielle pour assumer une nouvelle image ?
A captivating hour long film that provides a snapshot of life for a famous director in Paris as he is surrounded by eccentric contemporaries that challenge him as he prepares for his next project. Art history is the core of this fine film that provides a tantalising expose of a few extraordinary pieces of art and then climaxes quite beautifully with the realisation of the film's core purpose. Totally rewarding.
Impressive piece of work (that made me even more curious of the original version and frustrated me somehow). Clever on so many levels, the two actresses, the stain, and this pleasure to be introduced into all-time masterpieces thanks to interesting commentaries. Where is the monster ? Everywhere, if you develop your eye and your imagination to be able to see it. (and "Vertigo" also, by the way, is almost everywhere).