Director Ben Rivers provides viewers with a very interesting and intriguing little film, starting off as a behind the scenes look at another film (Mimosas) being made and then turning into something quite different. It is often beautiful, sometimes seems nonsensical, and fleetingly bloody and/or violent in scenes that make quite an impact.
A cruel, enigmatic and compelling story in which a filmmaker is taken prisoner and becomes himself an entertainment, subjected to humiliation in a jangling suit of tin cans. His ordeal is set in a vast, golden landscape and the ending sees him escape into this, morphing into a carnivalesque figure dancing towards the sunset..
It is a very poetic experience, is partly quite disturbing, and quite the sleep pill. I saw this on the Gothenburg International Film Festival in 2015, both me and a friend along with much of the audience seemed to have been dozing off one time or another. There was literally a guy snoring next to us. Prepare with coffee, tea, sugar, etc., or make a short pause, to best experience this beautiful and surreal film!
What starts as a behind the scenes look at a film being shot in the Atlas mountains (Oliver Laxe's "mimosas") evolves into a strange adaptation of a Paul Bowles story in this experimental work from director Ben Rivers. Both beautiful and macabre this is a work both radical and enthralling. Well planned and full of beautiful moments with pristine camerawork by the director himself. Not for every taste but should be.
The film certainly fulfills the promise of non traditional narrative structures. It is a winding plot, that tells itself from several angles from the beginning. It is also not afraid to slow down and observe the tangents, giving each moment as much weight as the next. Though this philosophy is refreshing, it made the plot difficult to follow at times. Certainly not a film for most, but it still has its charm.
From 42nd min unparalleled violence, an hallucinated nightmare. The dazzling heat of the sun vs the iced darkness of men. Our civilization & theirs cant merge, Islam doesnt compromise, it enslaves. = Dès la 42ème min 1 violence inégalée, 1 cauchemar halluciné. La chaleur éblouissante du soleil face à la noirceur glacée des hommes. Notre civilisation & la leur ne peuvent fusionner, l'islam ne transige pas, il asservit