I discovered this film by accident and was glad I did. It's a beautiful disjointed piece of imagery, sound, and dialogue. The former, alongside the lead actress's great performance seem to be unanimously appreciated. Less so the latter and the overall story, although that shouldn't be the case. They encapsulate many layers and each line carries rich readings. Amongst them, for me the film played at the level of both thought experiment and reality of aging, in its premise and development. Like Maya tells the policeman: it's a metaphor. Of literary suicide and (or, and/or) bodily disappearance (and/or the other way around?!).
Taken literally, what might someone of that age and intellect ("do you believe in the mental existence of women?") still enjoy in life?! good company ("you told me that paradox last year"), the ability to be surprised, orgasm (petite mort). The 'challenging' demands are however outshone by the readiness with which they are fulfilled.
More difficult to mention in published reviews because of its spoiler effect, merit lies in the ambiguity of the staged disappearance. "There's not gonna be a body".
Review of Maya Dardel
