Une œuvre, comme un miroir à l'aube de l'antre des autres œuvres de tous les temps réunis, comme l'antre de toutes les autres œuvres d'un temps uni, comme le temps uni, comme entre le miroir et le vivant, comme l'uni-temps entre l'homme habite son rêve, comme entre les antres réunis en un sens dans son sens encensé en l'être vivant son rêve, comme sa vraie vie.
With the same craft and intention as The Blood of a Poet, the film breaks the wall as the director speaks directly to the audience. Rather than having the same clear message of intent, the film is coy and cryptic. Leaving disparities in information. The film continues to become unhinged delving into absolute oddities. The film does not keep it together which hurts the craft. It does succeed in the atmosphere though.
(4.5 stars) This shows you how brilliant an avant-garde film can actually be. I've seen a lot of bad ones lately, but this is truly a MASTER AT WORK. Great imagery combined with poetic ideals mixed with some unique science-fiction perspective as well. So well crafted. A poem on screen. Loved this film. Given time to contemplate it more... it might be a 5-star film for me in the future ...or is it the PAST...??!?
This is a brilliant fantasy film that blurs the lines of reality and fantasy and once again Cocteau challenges the language of cinema and makes it his own. This is a fitting final film for Cocteau, who spent his entire career bringing magic to the screen and this film is no exception, with a lot to say about mortality and the artist's struggle to seek the truth and reveal it.
Somehow, Cocteau's own creations have turned against him and sentenced him to trial. His crimes? Being too innocent and irresponsible as an artist, for shocking his audience by opening his heart to them, for being too sincere with his emotions as no one wanted to hear of gays in the 60s! His testament goes to the youth many generations ahead, that perhaps might understand what love is all about and what poetry is for