A very, very Parisian film. Pretentious, sulky, cliché, constantly feeling the need to rub its *artistness* in your face. A messy bunch of wannabe-poetic stereotypes (oh yes, fireworks and drunk people running around laughing, sentences about clouds, an impossible love that we certainly won't bother to put in any context, ça c'est de l'art). The pace is excruciating, and the two hours feel like eight.
I read Roger Ebert's review and was quite startled to see him point to some plot-holes - for surely that is the point of a work like Les Amants Du Pont-Neuf. This is cinema liberated from the constraints of verisimilitude, cinema which makes full use of the formal properties unique to the medium (I think of Bunuel's writing on cinema as poetry) - feelings as fireworks; love as a dance; freedom as water, tumultuous.
10/10 This time Carax choosed substance over style. And yes, it pays-off. A love story - fierce and beautiful, scary and depressing, dangerous. Harsh realism depicted with a great skill of a great (I’m not afraid of this word) director. Both Lavant and Binoche a simply magnificent. P.S. Pont-Neuf as a place of power for Carax, it is present in all of his feature films!
carax pensa o amor como um espaço fechado, em que os amantes tem de conviver fabricando seus próprios artifícios de maneira harmônica. até caminhar embriagado requer uma porção de intimidade, um esforço quase impossível para evitar que a imagem do outro não queime.
Léos Carax delves into the realm of pure cinema. His artifice is so bold and huge that the film doesn't emulate reality: it overcomes it, it becomes its own cosmos. It's simply astonishing that Carax was able to pull off a film of such power. This is one of the greatest love stories ever told on Cinema, on the level of Murnau's Sunrise & Vigo's L'Atalante (the clearest reference here, by the way)