For the most part this was surprisingly dull given its reputation.
A beautiful film, made my stomach hurt in a way rarely experienced since childhood. With maturity comes a new awareness for the complexity of life, the uncertainty, the unknown. The constantly shifting world really portrayed that well.
Best set/costume design ever? Perhaps.
I love Blank’s way of handling his profile pieces. The impressionistic approach that uses the surroundings and culture just as much as the person themselves really gives a more organic presentation of a person than most.
A messy, angsty, and creative ball of struggle. A great use of music and simplicity. You hear a lot of anger in this film, but always right underneath it is the sadness that drives this anger, barely concealed. I wish a lot of people could see this vulnerability for what it is.
An odd experience that I enjoyed, if from a distance. Everything about it technically is fantastic, feels like Cocteau’s Beauty and the Beast filtered through Demy’s pop art, but not as moving as that film. I’d like to read more about the source material, because I’m curious what drew Demy to it. Such striking imagery, perhaps it will grow on me.
I am hesitant to admit that this felt much more true to my experience of “coming to age” than most films of that category. A very vulnerable film and one that hopefully benefits from its recent resurrection. I’ve heard a Criterion should be coming at some point. Jane Asher is beguiling.