Incendies

Fucking hell, heavy heavy film. What a horrible story. Something about Denise, just knows how to make films that I fucking love. Not as grand as his other films, he often captures the ensemble feelings of his films, through his spacey camera work, but this is way different. Way more personal and way more local with the close and more rugged camera work, which works perfectly for the personal story he’s trying to tell. Also basically a scene with Radiohead is auto cinema, shown explicitly in that ethereal opening scene, which I rewatched after it finished and the close up of the boy gives you shivers after watching it. If this don’t leave you heavy you ain’t real.