I have seen this film with my sister in law. She is 22 and studies Audio-visual Communication at the University. At the same time, she enrolled 2 years ago in the Royal Academy of Dramatic Arts. She wants to become a dramatist. I recognised that she's got a brilliant future as professional. Friends, family, teachers and I admire her talent, but I feel certain reluctance to her tendency to consider good films (or novels, or whatever)only those which are full of vacuous symbolism, outdated contra-cultural plots (when not completely plot less), without regarding the minimal care of the style, the elegance, a well pace,...
All this you can find it in this horrible pastiche called W.R. - Misterije Organizma. The first part of the film is o.k. The director tried to make a documentary about W.R., but all of the sudden, changed his mind, and includes footage of another fictional film. The rest of the film is an endless irritable succession of naive sex scenes, dulled speeches, pretentious and clumsy dialogs,...: In just one word a completely absurdity. I wish I could be scandalised at least!!. But it doesn't provoke anything to me but a headache!! Directors like Luis Buñuel (La Edad de Oro), David Lynch (Lost Highway, etc.), Bergman, Dreyer, Lars von Trier, Jean Cocteau, Alain Resnais (The last year in Marienbad and Hiroshima mon amour)etc., show more cinema and more elegance and taste in just one photo-gram of their films than in all this distasteful film. A perfect torture, which lasted around 90 minutes, but fortunately they weren't enough to cause a collective suicide in the movie theatre.
Finally, I could stand that my sister in law preferred this sort of films to Billy Wilder's films.
Well, no comment...
All this you can find it in this horrible pastiche called W.R. - Misterije Organizma. The first part of the film is o.k. The director tried to make a documentary about W.R., but all of the sudden, changed his mind, and includes footage of another fictional film. The rest of the film is an endless irritable succession of naive sex scenes, dulled speeches, pretentious and clumsy dialogs,...: In just one word a completely absurdity. I wish I could be scandalised at least!!. But it doesn't provoke anything to me but a headache!! Directors like Luis Buñuel (La Edad de Oro), David Lynch (Lost Highway, etc.), Bergman, Dreyer, Lars von Trier, Jean Cocteau, Alain Resnais (The last year in Marienbad and Hiroshima mon amour)etc., show more cinema and more elegance and taste in just one photo-gram of their films than in all this distasteful film. A perfect torture, which lasted around 90 minutes, but fortunately they weren't enough to cause a collective suicide in the movie theatre.
Finally, I could stand that my sister in law preferred this sort of films to Billy Wilder's films.
Well, no comment...