Art is an attempt to create our idealistic notions into reality.

Frenhofer's painting was exactly what he wanted yet seems so detached to reality but the toll ever remains devastating, the emotional and psychological factors affect both the muse and Frenhofer entirely.

The film is an excellent portrayal of the nature of language, the painter, Frenhofer attempts to use his tools in painting as a form of language, just as words to entirely describe and reflect his muse as a "picture of reality" yet it seems it doesn't reflect his muse too well.

Art is an attempt to create our idealistic notions into reality.

Frenhofer's painting was exactly what he wanted yet seems so detached to reality but the toll ever remains devastating, the emotional and psychological factors affect both the muse and Frenhofer entirely.

The film is an excellent portrayal of the nature of language, the painter, Frenhofer attempts to use his tools in painting as a form of language, just as words to entirely describe and reflect his muse as a "picture of reality" yet it seems it doesn't reflect his muse too well.

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.

Long Movie Marathon 2.0 Part VIII

truly an astonishing film, what a superb piece of art.

Long Movie Marathon 2.0 Part VIII

truly an astonishing film, what a superb piece of art.

this really surprised me with how absorbing it is. on paper, a four-hour film about an artist working on a painting sounds like it would be slow to the point of being draining, but i found myself completely mesmerized. it doesn’t feel like it’s dragging things out, it feels like it’s letting you sit inside the process. what i loved most is how patient and observant it is. it doesn’t rush anything, it just watches. the act of drawing, erasing, adjusting, starting over, it becomes almost hypnotic. you start to notice every small movement, every hesitation, every shift in energy between the artist and the model. it turns something that should feel repetitive into something incredibly tense. the relationship at the center is what really makes it work. there’s this constant push and pull between control, trust, and vulnerability. the artist isn’t just creating something, he’s demanding something from the model, and that dynamic becomes more complicated the longer it goes on. it’s not romanticized either. there’s something uncomfortable about how much of her is being taken and transformed into the work. i also found the film really interesting in how it treats art itself. it doesn’t present creation as some magical, effortless act. it’s slow, frustrating, obsessive, and sometimes destructive. the painting feels like a culmination of everything happening between the people involved. it’s definitely a commitment, and i get why it wouldn’t work for everyone, but i was kind of amazed by how much it pulled me in.

this really surprised me with how absorbing it is. on paper, a four-hour film about an artist working on a painting sounds like it would be slow to the point of being draining, but i found myself completely mesmerized. it doesn’t feel like it’s dragging things out, it feels like it’s letting you sit inside the process. what i loved most is how patient and observant it is. it doesn’t rush anything, it just watches. the act of drawing, erasing, adjusting, starting over, it becomes almost hypnotic. you start to notice every small movement, every hesitation, every shift in energy between the artist and the model. it turns something that should feel repetitive into something incredibly tense. the relationship at the center is what really makes it work. there’s this constant push and pull between control, trust, and vulnerability. the artist isn’t just creating something, he’s demanding something from the model, and that dynamic becomes more complicated the longer it goes on. it’s not romanticized either. there’s something uncomfortable about how much of her is being taken and transformed into the work. i also found the film really interesting in how it treats art itself. it doesn’t present creation as some magical, effortless act. it’s slow, frustrating, obsessive, and sometimes destructive. the painting feels like a culmination of everything happening between the people involved. it’s definitely a commitment, and i get why it wouldn’t work for everyone, but i was kind of amazed by how much it pulled me in.

A French guy paints for 4 hours

A French guy paints for 4 hours