At first sight the film looks OK; everything is neat and the half-documentary style suits well Angelopoulos and appears to serve its purpose... I don't feel very comfortable with formalists though, honestly I don't trust them very much. For me formalism is a way of lying. When you don't have much to say, you resort to formalism - that is my idea for films and for life itself. Or, you deliberately aim to cover your tracks - but what would Angelopoulos want to hide in this particular film? Well, he seems to have a good deal of contempt for erotic passion, just to mention one.
Review of Anaparastasi
