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Rating: I ended up here because I wanted to read, and I find myself writing. So I gather my courage and give it a try.
The memory isn't the freshest, Holy Motors officially came out in 2012, I watched it in 2013, rented, on the advice of Internazionale.
But this isn't important. Every aspect that characterizes this film is intact in my mind, like a vision. It's difficult to immediately get into the mood of the film, if what you expect is a linear movie; in my very humble way of seeing things, you need to distinguish when a director is speaking to us, and when a director is dragging us by the hair. If you're not used to making this distinction, judgments and analyses are just criticisms. Empty. If you resist, if the mind resists, these attempts at engagement can annoy us, and allow boredom and pride to prevail over every good intention of the artist.
If there is a precise message, I haven't asked myself and I don't want to know, I took my trip, I was able to enjoy the aesthetic care in every image, I tested the future firsthand, I experienced love, emotion, I felt disgust, I lived along with the protagonist through his day, I saw my father again, I danced.
Even if in the end it turned out to be a jumble of random images, for me it's like blending works of art and drinking them, for me it was just beautiful, period.
I don't feel like recommending it, sharing its aesthetic and inner beauty, that I can do.
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