Here is a truly great fusion of french cinematography and existentialism. Ludmila Mikaël’s poignant disquisition was meticulously outstanding. I must say that the movie is not (necessary) about depression, but the apathy towards existing. Detachment from everything that means life is worse than sadness. Solidly the greatest movie ever produced.
Mesmerizing, visually astounding, deeply phylosophical story nearly everyone should be able to relate to for have not every man at least of the smallest bit of second doubted the meaning of our existence and the purpose of our actions? While in the Real Life no one is given an exclusive chance to be a pure observer, the movie allows you to feel like one for wonderful 93 minutes. It will surely haunt me.
Powerful, simply mesmerizing. A brilliant piece of existentialism and alienation. "The dead hours, empty passages, the fleeting and poignant desire to hear no more, to see no more, to remain silent and motionless. Crazy dreams of solitude. An amnesiac wandering through the Land of the Blind: wide, empty streets, cold lights, faces without mouths that you would look at without seeing."
Not an easy watch by any means, mostly because it is so devastatingly accurate in portraying this miserable state of mind. In that sense, it's a triumph over the ineffable, a testament to the evocative power of words (and imagery and sound to a lesser extent), with some of the most beautiful narration I've heard. I'd rank it up there with Requiem for a dream as 'best movies I wouldn't recommend to anyone'.
Am avut indecenţa să văd filmul iar. Absolut insuportabil! De o copleşitoare monotonie. Bătrânul de pe bancă rămâne unul dintre cele mai tulburătoare şi fascinante personaje cu care am luat contact în 23 de ani de existenţă. A te împotrivi, cu orgoliul unei statui, oricărei forme de mobilitate; a contempla, ore-n şir, cu o inerţie plină de vitalitate, Nimicul. Să priveşti, zadarnic, dar stăruitor, Vidul. Ce supraom!