Pitilessly, but without cruelty, Pialat pries open the devouring void we live in the midst of, against which he shows us the devouring void our bodies are organized around. Mouths within mouths. Defiantly flat of affect for all its flashes of flesh, alternating scenes of hushed deathbed rattle with banal carnal distractions, it mounts towards a kind of kitchen-sink cosmic horror, a matter-of-fact kick in the gut.
So we won't forget what are differences look like.
Life and death laid bare. The life around death the complexities of human beings and the things we do to stay alive He doesn't film death without the presence of life until the movement at the end. Such a clear estimation of what death is from the living. Her death bed like an evaporating cloud final gasps of air before your family knows your dead Was she even aware?
One of the most insulting films that I've watched. Pialat has no love for his characters, he only wishes to denegrate them by showing their vices and faults. There's no emotion, no love, no feeling. A cold-blooded "hyper-realist" cinema that seems like a fascist soap opera that says nothing of the world we live in. Every form is thought to shock: this is Von Trier without the slow motions or porno sequences.
40 years ago, when I saw Maurice Pialat's "The Mouth Agape" for the first time, I recognized its high quality. Today, thousands of movies later, it still remains on my top 100 films list and I rate it to be subtler and better than the works of Godard, Truffaut, and Chabrol in French cinema and Haneke's "Amour". My full review is at http://moviessansfrontiers.blogspot.in/2015/06/179-late-french-director-maurice.html
Pialat toma como centro de atención (mas no como protagonista principal) a una moribunda. Todos los personajes giran en su entorno. Estos la asisten, pero mientras tanto no descuidan sus costumbres, especialmente las malas. Hay sin embargo un sufrimiento, uno sin dramatismos. Es una película sobre la espera a la innevitable muerte de un familiar. Es la excusa también para rememorar viejos resentimientos. Muy sincero.