Mini-Review: "I have conquered science! Why can't I conquer love?!" Peter Lorre steals every scene and every second of this Faustian-esque rewriting of Wiene's "Orlacs Hände", and is perhaps even better than the extraordinary Conrad Veidt. The running time of 68 minutes keeps everything moving at a nice speed.
Mini-Review: Breathtaking. Maddin's style reaching its summit. Glimpses revealed themselves in "Careful", "Saddest Music..." and "Cowards bend the Knee", but here the fragmentary "blink-and-you-miss-it" editing, great compositions and weird, dark humor really come together and is even rendered touching, heartfelt through Rosselini's great narration and the all around expressive acting. I thought this approach only worked in short films (his superb "The Heart of the World"). I was wrong. This is cinema.
Mini-Review: Forget deep allegorical meaning and simple symbolism. 'George Washington' just starts, plays out and then ends in causal fashion, yes, but without any clear plot. It's simply a glimpse, a momentary snapshot, of the lives of a handful of young people in the middle of nowhere. Beautifully shot, amazingly acted and daringly slowly paced. Perhaps the closest you're gonna get to neorealism in modern American cinema?
Mini-Review: A visual poem. Switching between partial and complete silence, whilst imbuing every colorful technicolor composition with a yearning for the unknown and for a past often only hinted at. A rare movie at once weirdly comfortable and uncomfortable in its own skin, its own celluloid. Just like Travis (the main character). One of the best reflections on loneliness and the search for forgiveness I've ever seen.
Mini-Review: "There is no beauty here, only death and decay." Gripping and remarkably well photographed - the contours, light, darkness, shadows... it all comes together. The voodoo scene with dancing, banging of drums and more manic dancing is breathtaking. Or as the mother puts it: "The drums, the chanting, the lights!"
Mini-Review: Nothing but love for Balthazar - and Bresson. I don't just admire, but absolutely love his sparse, ascetic style. The scene where Marie and Gerard lie together in the hay takes all of 10 seconds, but is done with such flair it's almost unbelievable. Bresson chops, crops and shows that the elements left out are as important as the ones left in. A beautiful movie. In every way. Both perfectly raw and perfectly adjusted down to every last frame.