Toutes les nuits

Never, perhaps, has a film cried out more desperately to be a part of the Jake Aesthete canon, and i'm certainly more than happy to oblige. It may be dry as a bone, but it's (sort of) funny and even ultimately moving. All the expected reference points are on hand (Hartley, Greenaway, Ruiz, late Godard, Rappaport, Bresson... yes definitely Bresson, plus lots of Ozu/Davies frontal shots) and yet Green somehow manages to find a wavelength particular to himself (or at the very least close enough).

Reminds me a great deal of filmmakers like Rivette and Eustache, and that one of the characters vaguely resembles J-P Leaud encourages the comparison. I find the frank approach to editing - especially apparent with the shot-reverse-shot strings during conversation - and framing lends the film a distinguished character. I only became increasingly immersed and enamoured with this excellent film, which is an astonishing debut.

içimde bu filmi çok seveceğime dair bir his vardı nedense, izlemeyi de bayağıdır bekletiyordum. beklediğimi bulamadım. bresson/eustache tarzı donuk bir şiirsellik, ama daha çok onların da parodisi gibi. yönetmenin diğer işlerine de bakacağım yine de.

Stylistically this film was wonderful, packing fairly strong emotion and even moments of humour behind the Bressonian acting. Feet-based exposition shots, face-on conversations lacking in any inflection of tone and little flairs of poeticism in what these people say to one another all pleased me muchly. The tale that is woven tends to feel a bit all over the place and ultimately didn't add up to much for me, but the style was pleasing enough that I had a rather lovely time.