There's an ethereal profundity infused in nearly every green, crimson, and golden frame. Kieslowski enraptures with sensual flourishes and swirling filtration. The images are often striking; the camera swishing over Veronique as she twirls gleefully from her bed... Rain cascading over Weronika as she sings alone in the open air... Veronique listening in hushed anticipation to a near-silent phone call as neons and incandescents bathe her face... It's like a dream.
Irene Jacob inhabits her character(s) with a smooth, authentic gentility. She seems to feel every moment as if it were her own.
The story is nearly as oblique as the numerous reflections, distortions, and visual abstractions through which we regard the landscape of the film, and yet I felt a sort of tacit kinship with its dreamy quality. It calls to mind Andrei Tarkovsky, or David Lynch in his airier moments. The film's brief, lilting coda encapsulates this tone beautifully. Narratively, it's beyond rationality, and yet it's delivered with an inexplicable knowingness that transcends petty notions of narrative clarity.
My only real criticisms are, for one, that Kieslowski overdoes it occasionally with the garish green filters, which can obscure and distract from otherwise beautiful imagery. A couple of interstitial sequences are a bit overlong, which made me mildly restless. Nevertheless, The Double Life of Veronique is a gentle, quietly powerful film made with care and subtlety.
Irene Jacob inhabits her character(s) with a smooth, authentic gentility. She seems to feel every moment as if it were her own.
The story is nearly as oblique as the numerous reflections, distortions, and visual abstractions through which we regard the landscape of the film, and yet I felt a sort of tacit kinship with its dreamy quality. It calls to mind Andrei Tarkovsky, or David Lynch in his airier moments. The film's brief, lilting coda encapsulates this tone beautifully. Narratively, it's beyond rationality, and yet it's delivered with an inexplicable knowingness that transcends petty notions of narrative clarity.
My only real criticisms are, for one, that Kieslowski overdoes it occasionally with the garish green filters, which can obscure and distract from otherwise beautiful imagery. A couple of interstitial sequences are a bit overlong, which made me mildly restless. Nevertheless, The Double Life of Veronique is a gentle, quietly powerful film made with care and subtlety.
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