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 !
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.
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.
What a wonderful film! I absolutely love it. The whole experience is so gently handled in a mature fashion so rarely seen in contemporary cinema. So much is considered in an insightful way that bigger, significantly more hyped films could not even get close to. This is a film that will find an audience for years to come and deservedly so. I implore anyone reading this to please watch 'Still Life' and spread the word!
I think this film doesn't just concern the loneliness of the protagonist, but it's also about a level of job engagement that is becoming obsolete. John May is doing his best to give the deceased a worthy funeral and cares for the feelings of their relatives. This is in sharp contrast to his manager, who wants to fire him because the funerals he organizes are too costly.
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.
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
John’s conduct parodies drama, and it mocks Kanji Watanabe. John discovers the pleasure of mundane amenities, he is still deluded. On the contrary, Kanji understands that true joy is connected with oblivion, and realizes his predicament in that glorious scene on the ladder. John gains the pity in sympathetic manner (he dies under unfortunate events); Kanji obtains praise through abandonment (he embraces it).