gravityfalling’s review published on Letterboxd:
Well, that makes two films watched today horribly bleak.
Beanpole isn't for the faint-hearted. Watching a film like this one takes a lot of patience, but is worth the whole spectra of emotions the film evokes. I must admit that the film tested my limits with the slow pacing. However, I'm trying to work up my endurance so I can enjoy more films like Beanpole. If the film were to be summarized, I would describe it as a deeply layered character study on the traumas of war. Trauma is something that stays with characters Iya and Masha, halting their return to a "normal" life.
Shown through an unrelenting color palette filled with greens and reds, Iya and Masha showcase two different, yet intertwined realities that await after war. Green in Beanpole embodies hope for a new beginning while the reds that pop against the greens serve as a reminder of their past traumas. The choice to use more crimson erring more towards crimson makes the film feel more cohesive in its impact.
All in all, I viewed Beanpole as a commentary on finding intimacy while carrying war trauma. Should people find intimacy through something more primitive or more caring? And what does it mean to be intimate? Giving a piece of oneself to another perhaps? Or seeing a piece of oneself reflected in another?