Interesting setting but very familiar in execution..ie lonely guy who spends all his time looking after people with no-one else comes to discover that he's really been doing it because he has no-one himself. The ending is pure farce. I wasn't a fan of the photography either. 2 stars
Rather like the kind of play that British television once regularly produced like shelled peas, this is a sweetly slight circling of notions of the value of uneventful lives terminated without a concluding punctuation mark. As such the film dwindles into inevitable cliche denying itself it’s own satisfying full stop in the process. Perhaps human lost property would have made a more convincing documentary.
De profunda reverência, se constrói uma historia arrebatadora, sempre à sombra do cipreste para consolar nossas lagrimas. Um pequeno poema atemporal, capaz de (re)conhecer os sentimentos mais belos, para superar o tempo, as fronteiras geográficas, restaurar a justiça, elevar o espírito, enfim nos consolar com um belo filme que, sim, fica in memorian.
Well made but a little underhwelming considering the material. Marsan is spot on as the central character but the script and director does little to support his fine performance. What should have been a unique experience ends up a bit contrived and been-there-seen-it-before. Still the movie has heart and a quiet ambition that is to be lauded. Worth your time but won't change your world.
Still Life est de ces petits films qui vous bouleversent. Avec une grande subtilité, le taiseux Marsan incarne l'ange gardien des délaissés, ceux qui meurent oubliés. Il les symbolisent tous d'ailleurs, ces gens qui meurent seuls et dont il se fait le dernier compagnon. S'affairant à les faire vivre encore un peu, comme si la solitude dont il tente de les extraire, sans succès, était plus que la sienne : la notre !
Noteworthy for a nicety or two, but something is so familiar with its "death throes" that you can perform on it the extreme unction. Man in a lonely, thankless job of managing the dead. Notifying next of kin. Writing eulogies. Arranging burials. When a neighbor dies, epiphany kicks in, whereupon, the film swings between realism & religious fantasy, tripping all over itself with a hokey, consolatory beatitude.