Amour

21 July 2022

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Seeking in the cinema escape from reality in the world of dreams is strongly contraindicated. Such films tend to make the viewer think about such painful things, the thoughts of which we drive from ourselves with all our might. The power of the film is in the mundaneness of tragedy. It's not war. Not a disaster. Not an alien invasion. Not a spy plot. What's happening on screen is happening right now, in the same city where the audience in the cinema is watching the movie. And each of us has a chance to become a hero of the film. Ger Haneke torments the viewer with these thoughts throughout the session.
"Love" was reproached for not showing love in the film. They didn't show you. First of all, what would it look like in a story like this? Is it necessary for her to snot and deeply thoughtful touching words as in "One more at a time." Secondly, love is active here, it is everyday and every minute. Active love is more valuable than vanilla-snot love. Third, love in love causes suffering. This is one of the paradoxes of the film, but not of life. It's all about life. In both youth and old age.
The main drawback of the film is not the theme, not genre, not realism, not naturalism, not protractedness, not the position of the author ... but that it is French. Hollywood has its clichés. French author films have their own. The film is too bourgeois. The main characters are musicians. Please, ger director, stop this. I already feel that their daughter is a writer, and their son is an artist, unrecognized. The director takes us to a classical music concert. Heroes live in apartments. And their pensions are probably five-figure. In a similar vein, films began to shoot when our heroes were still children. And all the same. Such a production is hopelessly outdated and it is time to forget it. And the movie is really long. Perhaps it is on purpose that the viewer was even harder, but still.
In the end, thumbs up on the topic and realism.

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23 May 2020

29 June 2017

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Perhaps for the first time in my life, I see such an unbiased, merciless and concise account of old age, illness and death.

The title of the film is about love. She permeates everything in this film, and she is cruelly crossed out first by a blow to the cheek, then by a violent death. Is that euthanasia? Compassion? Condolences? I am not going to judge...

It's scary. I did not feel sorry for this film, did not cause sympathy, but caused pain and fear. I always felt like this old woman. Helpless, dependent, aware of the horror of her situation.

Jesus! Bring this cup past me! . .

Thank you to all the creators and actors! Huge!

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