Like a fixed bridge Surprisingly, I liked it, although all the factors contributed to the opposite.
First of all, I always have a certain bias towards films made specifically in black and white. This reminded me of the “Elephant Man” (probably also scenes of the circus behind the scenes), which for some reason I associate with something unpleasant.
Secondly, usually when I watch movies that everyone praises and about which there are no negative reviews, after watching there is a feeling of disappointment, as if I was deceived, slipped a bitter medicine under the guise of a delicious candy. Surprisingly, this film does not have that feeling.
I didn't like the girl from the first minute. I didn't like the looks, the speech, the things she talked about. I looked at her with dislike and thought with skepticism, "Well, of course, right now someone will fall in love with this stupid girl and in the end she will get better." But by some miracle, with each subsequent frame, skepticism dissipated and dislike disappeared. It's so mesmerizing, so engrossing, that I even wanted the film to last as long as possible.
And the sensual component of the film came to the fore for me, not semantic (although the semantic line and the general idea, here, of course, are also worth attention) - so atmospheric the film.
The two main advantages, in my opinion, are dialogue and scenes with knives (after the film I even began to review them). And also very pleased with the presence of humor, which is very organically fits into what is happening, only decorating the overall picture, not annoying, not confusing and not disturbing during the viewing, as it often happens.
Of course, there are moments here that are implausible and which in fact, probably could not be, but here they do not attract attention to themselves, they do not want to find fault, they are presented as something taken for granted, they want to believe, and some “fairytale” gives a special charm.
However, this is a fairy tale, a good and good story. And little girls who have not yet decided their place in life, who have not yet found themselves, very much hope that such fairy tales still have a place among the harsh reality of modern life.
Once I lived on the side of the street with even numbers of houses and looked out the windows of houses opposite – with odd numbers. And it seemed: people there are happier, the rooms are brighter, living there is more fun. But the rooms there were dark, the apartments were cramped, and the tenants looked at houses with even numbers. Because it always seems like someone else is lucky.
9 out of 10
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