A film that starts as a beautiful erotic summer dream and end up as a surreal horror nightmare for unfaithful men that could be a kind of twisted version of "Texas Chainsaw Massacre" (without Leatherface that is). Not for all tastes due to how it suddenly changes genre, but that si also what makes it stand apart from the rest.
Tenho uma relação dúbia com o Joe Swanberg, mas cri no bom uso de sua tensão sexual... O roteiro traça um angustiante perfil do desamparo psicológico advindo das interdições masturbatórias acumuladas. Direção inspiradíssima, ótimo uso de um 'flashback' inusual (pelo ponto de vista de uma vaca) e interpretação encantadora da Sophie Traub. Trama à la William Faulkner semi-pornográfico! (WPC>)
Josephine Decker has an wonderful relation with the camera, it's a new way to feel the suspense of the film. It's sad that many relationships in the countryside , mainly, between parents and children are sick, I thought that she knew how to talk about this. Also, I liked the end, I liked the way that the end was directed for a woman.
Don't think I have watched anything this beautiful in a while. There is something reminiscent of Lady Chatterly in the first half of the film. The setting is beautiful, arcadian in a sense, with vast elysian fields, the raw sexuality of a man and a woman, jealousy, another life somewhere else. The end was almost predictable, and was a little bit of a dampener. The film stands out for cinematography, though
Was that kind of violence needed to make the point? I mean, you see it coming, you hope it will not, and then it comes nevertheless. I appreciated Decker's cinematography and aesthetics, and also the direction is coherent with what seems her intentions. It is a charismatic movie, with evident 'authoritarian' tones: it forces you into being shocked. Surprised and deluded.
Dopo il sorprendente Butter on the Latch, Josephine Decker si riconferma come una delle autrici indie statunitensi più interessanti e visionarie, firmando quello che, a modesta opinione, rappresenta ad oggi la summa del suo percorso formativo: http://visionesospesa.blogspot.it/2015/11/thou-wast-mild-and-lovely.html
A very beautifully shot film, however, a very pretentious film. While I can see and appreciate what it sets out to do, somewhere in between it totally loses any sense of focus and confuses nonsense with art/obscurity. At some point the more artsy shots are so densely packed together that they even lose their beauty, instead nauseating the viewer and tiring one's eyes. Certainly a director to watch, just not this film
To be succinct and honest, this movie was tedious and fake. We spend eighty minutes in apprehensive confusion attempting to unravel the characters and find sense and meaning, only to conclude with "The Hills Have Eyes" and a rubber dick. The film's body was an exhaustive attempt to be "Arthousey" and the conclusion was blunt nonsense. Reviewers who are spewing spuriously positive reviews should head back to NetFlix.
I wish I could punch this movie in the stomach. The first hour was a chore, then about fifteen minutes where I thought that maybe this could be brilliant, and then that sh*tshow ending. I can't figure out if the ending tried too hard, or not hard enough because it is literally one of the worst I've ever seen. The visuals are really the only saving grace, but even that is a poor-man's Terrance Malick.