*SPOILERS*(assuming that there is something to be spoiled). Now, this is one of this kind of movies that when you go through it leaves you with this uncomfortable feeling of "I really don't know enough about cinema (or about anything else)to be able to judge it". Much better, because I probably would be unable to handle a judgement anyway...Anyway, what I mean is that this is exactly what people understands when they refer to each other with sentences of the like: "you gotta go watch this film because it's such a piece of independent cinema". I'm doubtful about what the hell independent cinema is, but sure this ressembles the rumours I heard about it. If a good movie has to be entertaining, then this is certainly the nightmare of any viewer. If it is to make you think, then it's probably brilliant. In a very freudian fashion this movie basically deals with the points of view in life of three woman (as if one wasn't enough...), and their discoveries in life throughout the film (none). It is all very delicate (which I am grateful for, because it contains a few uncanny and disgraceful sex scenes) but also very bitter; You constantly feel sorry for the characters, which is annoying, because at some point (if you are a woman, I guess) you might be identified with any of them. I can tell you it is not nice to feel some ressemblance with them when at the same time you are willing to scream something like "god's sake, girl, get a life and stop acting like an asshole". I also think the director has exagerated the screenplay (it's uncomfortably unbelievable sometimes, or at least it is to be a "realistic" movie), but she has anyway picked the right actresses. And I am really grateful for the hidden sense of humor that emerges randomly even in the scenes of more psicological pathetism, it basically helps to don't wish to crash your head against a glass at the end of the session. But, what is it with the so closed shots? We were almost eating Muriel...did I forget to say that the main character's name was Muriel? A pretty name, and as it all talks of abscence and memory it is probably adequate, it reminded me to Bresson and his kind of movies, and to the name of one of them of course. Yeah, it is all like a hit of new wave, but, well, with technicolor and dolby digital spiced with dutch sentences.
Did I say I like it...?It is only against the characters I'm mad at, not against the film itself...
Did I say I like it...?It is only against the characters I'm mad at, not against the film itself...