December 26, 2017No Comments

A Pigeon Sat on a Branch Reflecting on Existence – Roy Andersson – 2014

If there’s ever such thing as the Cinema of the absurd, then Roy Andersson is its Eugene Ionesco. Human condition is burned on the stakes in A Pigeon Sat on a Branch Reflecting on Existence, in the same fashion as its previous two efforts, Songs from the Second Floor and You, the Living. The living look half dead, pale and lifeless, consumed with dread and angst. There’s hidden meanings on every turn and silent pain.

July 14, 2017No Comments

Winter Light, Ingmar Bergman, 1963

You know the faux whining and funny facing when being asked about all time favourites. Well, I always play the pretentious intellectual, I huff and I puff and let a “weeeell… it’s actually impossible to compare” shit. 

To hell with the impossibility to compare and classify. 

Ingmar Bergman is not even probably the best director in the world. 

He simply is THE best. This human was better at making film than anybody. (Where making film means constructing layers of simultaneous ideas at once mainly through the use of a visual language.) Each film he drops from the past to a freshman’s eyes is a BOMB. Winter Light is no exception. Here, through the mouth of his main character - a priest in a small town’s deserted parish -  Bergman chases nothing less than one question: Is there a God? 
To which the answer comes: “If there is no God, would it make any difference?”

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