the storms are on the ocean
like kaizo kayashi's to sleep as to dream re-written for the end of the 90s lost decade.
probably says more about my taste than about the film that i love the obsessive monotony of the first half more than the expressive, stylized second half, and i can't say this film ultimately works for me. but it is the kind of fascinating unknown quantity (comes from nowhere, seems to go nowhere) you hope for when you watch a movie like this.
the beauty and futility of resistance.
i adore zeze's ponderous qualities but it is great to see him dive recklessly into something like this; at some points it reminds me of graf's immense historical beloved sisters. this is such a peculiar way to play with duration; it's at once too long and too rushed, there is no conclusion other than what we know befalls these people and this country, but there are several extended sequences of emotional bloodletting (more than…
jauja is often but not always about a man trying to walk through a landscape without falling, although he ends up falling often.
jauja is a film for people who love horses and dogs.
the horizon in jauja rarely dominates, it is a landscape film where the screen is most often dominated by tall grass, rocks, dirt, still water, rocks. in one of the central moments the night sky dominates the frame, but in that shot the central figure is…