D'une étrange beauté désespérée, une oeuvre hautement fragile, d'un puissant envoûtement élémentaire, desservie par une histoire en perpétuel déséquilibre, comme "échappée" à la mainmise cartésienne des scénaristes et qui, paradoxalement, par là même, en tire un puissant charme impalpable, flirtant sans cesse avec un potentiel chef-d'oeuvre resté paradoxalement inabouti... www.cinefiches.com
The film's elliptical style casts you in the role of a detective. Was that real or a dream? I certainly identified with the son not really understanding the father. It's based on a humorous work by Jean-Luc Nancy in which a man uses his brain to try to understand his new heart. The father doesn't really have a heart, and even after he gets a new one, he still doesn't know how to use it. It's just an intruder.
Inspired by a philosophy text, this comes close to achieving a transience of sensation, or a grounding of consciousness that philosophy often strives for. It also captures an ephemeral sense of globalisation, though largely how that utopia still favours the privileged. Those strands create Denis' most obtuse work to date, and one that I'm holding off loving until I see a nice print, as with much of her underseen work
One of the rare modern films that take us somewhere new. It's now one of my favourites, which is strange as I haven't been really overwhelmed by other Denis films. Dreams, borders, the hidden structures of an old system beneath the surface of the modern world. Also: Outstanding soundtrack.
The film made with beautiful shots and inserts i liked , but i didnt get the whole point and i cared to know that annoyed me . The film pushes you to think but the narrative make you feel more than thinking about what is about ,am not bored i'll give it a second viewing sometime
There is a shot in this film that is almost identical to a shot in Hutton's At Sea, and it suddenly made imagine that Denis and Hutton could have been shooting at the same time. The two films couldn't be more different, yet they both seem to put me in the same space: an open plane in which allows ideas to emerge, in which active viewing becomes part of the creative process.
A film of seemingly unfathomable depths. Where those depths lead, however, I can't claim to know or guess with any great certainty. L'Intrus hangs in the air like a phantom of the bodily present, haunting what may be the past or what may not be at all, but which seems to be the elements of its own constitution. Denis has drawn out something special in this film.