Saw Etaix’s #LeGrandAmour. A serpent seems to have entered this garden. From the director’s divorce, maybe. Before we had homage & history …
… comic craft, & that sweet sensibility. This is still fantastically stylized but its mood (melancholy—sourness, really) now seems much more life-derived.
#LeGrandAmour. Concentrates on transitions, & verbal puns translated to visual terms, to the brink that it jeopardizes, …
… or at least problematizes the way we see things. Lots of jaw-droppers; these guys are prodigiously, profligately imaginative.
#LeGrandAmour. He’s Buñuelian, suddenly. Think the mind-bending, convention-busting turns of ’69, 72, ’74 & ’77 …
… Ah—Jean-Claude Carrière, as common denominator. And Etaix said so all along, didn’t he? Beware temptations toward unmitigated auteurism!