I didn’t feel like I had the capabilities of writing my thoughts for this masterpiece but i’ll try. This is possibly the most i’ve felt emotionally flustered after watching a film, there’s so much to offer so much detail and little restraint from Jacques Rivette he throws everything at you this film is a process it’s an unraveling it’s an observation of the cycle of art and the psychological decomposition during a rigorous process but it’s so subtly rigorous, it’s slow it has many aspects represented by a bunch of interesting relationship dynamics, painter and wife, muse and painter, muse and mate, mate and sister, and dealer dude and I can still keep going just changing around some figures. Everyone has a dilemma and the way they all correspond to each other is what makes this an embodiment of human connection. Specifically speaking painter and muse they’re so intimate but it isn’t lustful it’s symbolic or poetic it means something it’s not flirtatious it’s not even friendly but it’s passionate and intentional and both of their performances are top of the key there’s loads of obsession it’s not loud it’s not obnoxious it’s silent and fruitful the dialogue is so enticing and warm, there were times where i felt like im just invading privacy the camera placement felt so standoffish and then other times you get dragged in and it’s up close and personal while at the same time i get the feeling that things are secretive and there’s a past from these people that i deeply want to know about. The wife is trying to find solace in knowing she can’t be loved more than his art, Nic is trying to delete his pride, jealousy, and weakness and it’s possible that he feels artistically inferior which is where all of these emotions are fueled from but we wouldn’t know. Emmanuelle Béart is really the one, maybe top 5 of my favorite female performances ever, really well crafted film, art is everywhere.
I didn’t feel like I had the capabilities of writing my thoughts for this masterpiece but i’ll try. This is possibly the most i’ve felt emotionally flustered after watching a film, there’s so much to offer so much detail and little restraint from Jacques Rivette he throws everything at you this film is a process it’s an unraveling it’s an observation of the cycle of art and the psychological decomposition during a rigorous process but it’s so subtly rigorous, it’s slow it has many aspects represented by a bunch of interesting relationship dynamics, painter and wife, muse and painter, muse and mate, mate and sister, and dealer dude and I can still keep going just changing around some figures. Everyone has a dilemma and the way they all correspond to each other is what makes this an embodiment of human connection. Specifically speaking painter and muse they’re so intimate but it isn’t lustful it’s symbolic or poetic it means something it’s not flirtatious it’s not even friendly but it’s passionate and intentional and both of their performances are top of the key there’s loads of obsession it’s not loud it’s not obnoxious it’s silent and fruitful the dialogue is so enticing and warm, there were times where i felt like im just invading privacy the camera placement felt so standoffish and then other times you get dragged in and it’s up close and personal while at the same time i get the feeling that things are secretive and there’s a past from these people that i deeply want to know about. The wife is trying to find solace in knowing she can’t be loved more than his art, Nic is trying to delete his pride, jealousy, and weakness and it’s possible that he feels artistically inferior which is where all of these emotions are fueled from but we wouldn’t know. Emmanuelle Béart is really the one, maybe top 5 of my favorite female performances ever, really well crafted film, art is everywhere.
