David, an independent photographer, and Katia, an unemployed woman, leave Los Angeles, en route to the southern California desert, stopping in the town of Twentynine Palms. Their trip ends suddenly in a horrible and hideous manner.
Before his foray into avant-garde slapstick comedy, the surprisingly versatile Bruno Dumont was more infamous for his Bressonian austerity. The gripping Twentynine Palms, very much from this earlier extreme era, finds the French director in Los Angeles, of all places.
existential horror. very effectively creates a burgeoning atmosphere of dread. minimalist and experimental, even by Bruno Dumont's standards, the film may be interpreted as a frenchman's commentary on American xenophobia. stars the always ravishing Yekaterina Golubeva in a role encompassing startling sexuality, mood volatility and one of the most convincing portrayals of sheer terror I've seen captured on film.
A trip must be made of something; the desert referents, effaced to the point of nothingness by the sun's/camera's feat: natural light, calculated tracking shots, long durations only claim the real in its most hostile distances. Agony of men and women at the limits of the political, the material, near and present. Anxiety: European film over American cinema's commonplace coordinates--a global portrait. End over end.
If I had seen this back in 2003, it probably would have had more of an impact. Dumont really captures that whole post-9/11, mired-in-Iraq feeling of uncertainty and dread that consumed the culture, crossed with a healthy heaping of xenophobia - back then everybody around the world was 'afraid of Americans.' It's mostly about the sexes, though. And the last 10 minutes will make you want to jump out of your skin.
The perfect antidote to the nihilism of Zabriskie Point, this probably isn't a good movie to watch if you haven't seen his others. Knowing that it's a horror film also helps put things in perspective. The sex is not gratuitous, it's actually a large part of what this is about. I'm just not sure about the pleasure leading to pain stuff. A bit of God's wrath I can do without.
Que si vale la pena verse? talvez, si no se tiene nada, pero absolutamente nada mejor que hacer. Siendo una pelicula que hasta de simbolismos carece, resulta profundamente aburrido ver a los 2 personajes follando como conejos por casi 2 horas, aunque eso si, en su favor hay que decir que los ultimos 3 minutos lograron sacarme un pedo del susto. 3 minutos shocking por 116 de pura mamada.
This film is agonizingly painful... painful in how utterly pretentious it is, and painful in how devoit it is of any sort of plot or concept other than two people fucking in the desert.
There are plenty of great films out there to watch if you've got two hours to kill, this isnt one of them.