Tons of cuts, lots of surfaces and textures, things in and out of focus. This must be Tarkovskian: meaning and substance abound, but it’s so hermetic as to be practically impenetrable. What we’re left with may also be the point of the exercise, and it’s an extraordinarily important point. Don’t take my meaning. Make your own!
If and since that is the case I take away a lovely red/orange tint, and the lingering, subliminal feeling that the image of a woman, even this interrupted and elusive, is primordially evocative and powerful.