Szindbád

This is basically Proust on celluloid.

Szindbád estreava há 50 anos na Hungria. Absolutamente proustiano, uso de imagens metonímicas em que uma vai puxando a outra como as lembranças descritas por Proust, num fluxo de consciência em forma visual. Deslumbrante. DVDRip no MakingOff.

Its formal beauty and the tremendous manner in which it handled memories aren't enough. I thought it ran out of steam before the end due to how little insight I thought I was given in to the situations, emotions and characters, I thought its quirks did not coalesce with the rest of the film with even an ounce of the beauty and amusement of greater films, and I generally just found the film to lack the ability to get me thinking and keep me captivated that many equally baffling films possess.

Beautiful, but too shallow.