Grandrieux’s films are so difficult to put into words because he throws all types of sensations at you in such a way that you can digest what’s going on just fine, but it’s suffocating to interpret and spit back out. This is all my worlds combined. I saw some say hints of Terrence Malick, Gaspar Noé, and David Lynch, and it’s all so true. This guy is the anti Malick. He gives you that same inquisitive free rein in camera movement and saturation of earthly landscapes, but it’s so tenebrous. You feel Noé in the visual manipulation, frame cutting, and out of place sequencing, and so much of Lynch in the haunting dialogue, melancholic drench, over and double exposures, the score, the atmosphere, and the disturbing cruelties that feel comparable to Mulholland Drive, Inland Empire, and especially Lost Highway. The bleeding of reality, memories, dreams, and imagination is done so well that it opens the film up to interpretation without ever feeling lost. I had my own way of digesting it, and when it closed I unironically put my hands on my head in awe and started tearing. It’s so well crafted that it carries real insight without feeling oversaturated in gruesomeness or pretentious. It builds questions and mysteries that translate to real life and actually make you want answers. It’s filled with yearning and sorrow, but it also emits an abundance of beauty in the most paradoxical way. I still don’t feel like I have all my thoughts gathered. This and La Vie nouvelle were a bitch to find on the internet, but I needed to experience this.
Grandrieux’s films are so difficult to put into words because he throws all types of sensations at you in such a way that you can digest what’s going on just fine, but it’s suffocating to interpret and spit back out. This is all my worlds combined. I saw some say hints of Terrence Malick, Gaspar Noé, and David Lynch, and it’s all so true. This guy is the anti Malick. He gives you that same inquisitive free rein in camera movement and saturation of earthly landscapes, but it’s so tenebrous. You feel Noé in the visual manipulation, frame cutting, and out of place sequencing, and so much of Lynch in the haunting dialogue, melancholic drench, over and double exposures, the score, the atmosphere, and the disturbing cruelties that feel comparable to Mulholland Drive, Inland Empire, and especially Lost Highway. The bleeding of reality, memories, dreams, and imagination is done so well that it opens the film up to interpretation without ever feeling lost. I had my own way of digesting it, and when it closed I unironically put my hands on my head in awe and started tearing. It’s so well crafted that it carries real insight without feeling oversaturated in gruesomeness or pretentious. It builds questions and mysteries that translate to real life and actually make you want answers. It’s filled with yearning and sorrow, but it also emits an abundance of beauty in the most paradoxical way. I still don’t feel like I have all my thoughts gathered. This and La Vie nouvelle were a bitch to find on the internet, but I needed to experience this.