India Song

Duras knows what she's doing. It's somewhat simmilar to 'Natural Born Killers' in both critisising something and being it; showing what's going on, yet completly looking at something else. This tearing is present in both the themes, characters, the place, and in the sound and image itself. It gains the poetry, produces one, but with the factors chosen that are uncanny, like showing a beautiful war, while not forgetting that it's war. And this ennui, that transcedens times, circumstances, history — that's a sidepath that goes through existential level, universal experience, highly feelable. There is this, quite interesting, type of filmmaking too, here, that builds the narration but strongly depending on the viewer. It's like solidification, ossification, wax, catching in forms, constancy, but with experience as a matter — Duras uses it to build up a language, a poem that transcedens space, like it was speaking in time, but not like in '8 1/2' by Fellini, which is too neorealist in its outgoing. More like attaining some kind of purity in it. Very unique, cinematic.