Words cannot describe how absolutely genius and philosophically outstanding this film is, and the extreme effect and impression it had on me. A feast to the eye and with a script that is a magnificent essay on the existential subject, extremely detailed, wordly livefull and very intelligent. I don't know what words to use or how to formulate myself, that could do this film justice. But I'll try to write down at least concisely what the movie is about for my own sake in the future. The movie masterfully portrays the destructiveness in isolation, motivating the power and freedom in solitude, but explaining alienation as a confusion, and a darkness in which one immediately got lost and goes astray.
Review of The Man Who Sleeps
