So basically the story of my life:
Me trying to find Dora's oeuvre.
If throughout the movie
The whole 93 minutes
Of sheer beauty
Of absolutely flawless cinematography
Of jaw-dropping depiction of loneliness
Of human fragility hauntingly adorned with chagrin, ennui and spleen
The only thing that grabbed your attention was 4 minutes of a sexual activity then there's a very, very serious problem there buddy and watching movies shouldn't be your highest priority for the time being.
"A man who walks alone, outside society and untouched by its norms, is a volcano waiting to erupt."
Indeed. But does he?
It's been nearly two years since I watched this movie and still my mouth is agape with amazement. I've been meaning to write this for quite some time for I've been occasionally drowned by the torrents of thoughts night after night.
This movie isn't to be liked, loved or adored. It's supposed to be feared, hated…