From: Danniiee Pires
Category: Films
Date: 19 January 2006
What I love about Denis’s films is that they are so vividly shot that I get the impression that I feel, touch and see with the characters. It does not matter that the pace isn’t necessarily attractive or the plot Hollywood or trendy-wise elaborated – they are more about people feeling other people and the world around them in whatever social or political context. Her films are impressionist, realistic, tranquil. I have never seen so many beautiful shots as I did in Beau Travail; never felt the sudden intimacy of two strangers like I did in Vendredi Soir; and I never felt so uncomfortable as I did with Vincent Gallo’s and Beatrice Dalle’s feast in Trouble Every Day. Therefore I was in big time for L’Intrus. It is virtuosi, it is lavishly shot and I love the sounds. But it is also boring patchwork, and it splits all the time like cream gone wrong. I love cinema silences, visual bliss and long shots but I was broken hearted really. How such a grown up film could be soooo... I don't know. And God almighty – sooo looong, it felt like it was never going to end, and it really didn’t matter how it did anymore, and no kind of twist would be able to save the story or the lack of it. Yes, it had a story but I did not get it straight away, dumb me! I like when the plot isn’t very clear and makes you wonder but why did I have to read the reviews to make sense of what I saw, why were not the visuals and the superb edition and direction enough? It felt like old school art cinema, that kind that people never really love or understand but feel very clever to discuss about after the screening is over. But I may be wrong.
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