Lukas Moodysson said that this was "a black and white silent movie with sound" and used this sentence to set it up: "A woman in a man's body. A man in a woman's body. Jesus in Mary's stomach. The water breaks. It floods into me. I can't close the lid. My heart is full."
As Jena Malone reads what sounds like an off the cuff soliloquy, we watch as Man (Peter Lorentzon), a man in women's clothing, shares the screen with the ghost of Woman, an ideal he feels that he will never reach.
It's been so incredible watching all of Moodyson's films in sequence as he goes from the somewhat traditional feel - while still having a unique look - of Show Me Love and his films grow darker and less like ordinary narratives until by this point, it's nearly just images against Malone's monotone delivery, which is way more intriguing than that word choice may suggest.
I can see how some people would come to this movie and hate it. I was intrigued by how Moodysson uses a completely alien form to tell truths.
As Jena Malone reads what sounds like an off the cuff soliloquy, we watch as Man (Peter Lorentzon), a man in women's clothing, shares the screen with the ghost of Woman, an ideal he feels that he will never reach.
It's been so incredible watching all of Moodyson's films in sequence as he goes from the somewhat traditional feel - while still having a unique look - of Show Me Love and his films grow darker and less like ordinary narratives until by this point, it's nearly just images against Malone's monotone delivery, which is way more intriguing than that word choice may suggest.
I can see how some people would come to this movie and hate it. I was intrigued by how Moodysson uses a completely alien form to tell truths.