The Long Day Closes is the story of a sad and lonely boy, Bud. With cinema as his main source of solace, he haunts the local movie-house. From a gray background, the film fuses clips and audio from classic movies into Bud’s dreary childhood and brings it to life.
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Rewarding if you're in the mood for impressionistic contemplative meditation on childhood. However it's also got an obtuse vibe since it's highly personal maybe best for Sunday viewing when you're by yourself?!
Like a memory so delicate if you blow it away the whole film-spell would disappear on the wind. Memory, for Davies (as well as for Resnais), isn't so much a hazy mental state as a true physical space, a room you can inhabit and walk around in, with a particular density to the air, a particular echo of sound and an inescapably timelessness.
The tone of this film reminded me a lot of my own childhood moods. I think that for me only Victor Erice's "El espiritu de la colmena" and "El sur" would be comparable in that aspect. I just discovered a few days ago how great Terence Davies' films are, and since then I can't believe I haven't got to see them earlier. Anyway, they gave me shivers of pleasure in the past hours.
A beautiful film, but I wasn't as connected to Bud and the story as I wish I could of been. The rapid dissolves and use of sound are brilliant in the beginning, but as the film grew on, I became tired of them.
"With a gray background, the film fuses clips and audio from classic movies into Bud’s dreary childhood and brings it to life with an elegance Bach would bring to your home movies." Love love love. Cinema!
it's way too personal and deals with a childhood very different from mine, mainly because of the time period it takes place in, yet it's something I'd love to have made. it's also got one of the best tracking shots I've ever seen, as simple as it is.
It's difficult to admit not enjoying a film so fantastically crafted and in love with cinema as Davies' film is. Although it's as gorgeous and intense as a nostalgia can be, it might just be how personal and specific these memories are that prevented me from connecting with any of it.
Beautiful symmetric frames and cinematic work but I'm not so much into musicals, which plays an integral role in weaving the plot here. I felt sorta detached. There's this specific scene when daylight dances on a carpet while a rhapsody plays in the background of this eventless film.