The movie is aesthetically beautiful... maybe too much. Each shot is designed to perfection. Nothing is left to chance and you will notice it sometimes... you will notice the presence of the director too. Beautiful the chosen black and white that reminds some of those Robert Doisneau's photos. All those things are intentional... As a matter of facts the movie is about photography, framing, it is about time stopping to build the perfect shot... doing this both in a picture and in life. Stopping the time in that unique instant, which is the art, which is sex, which is every moment in which we realize that we are living, but at that same time that particular moment soon gets us into sadness. Some scenes are really really beautiful... but there are too much of them that you could not digest it all! It's all so full, each frame is fragmented into a lot of other frames, faces the double mirrors, the transparency of glass and windows. In fact I struggle quoting one in particular... there are so many beautiful scenes and beautiful shots, all so dense but that density risks to remain diluted by and into the "too much". Beautiful close-ups of both the leading actors... breathtaking Stana Katic's ones that appears beautiful and is able to give her character a past and a future, with her expressions only. Very successful is the close attention for eyes, hands, mouths and tongues details... sometimes it my be a little intrusive. After 25 minutes the movie has a very interesting change in acceleration. The cutting becomes fast, the light high, and the music bursts. The shots change too, opening to shoot the two protagonists and not just parts/details of them. From this moment on it is a continuous succession of overlapping, wide shots and extreme close-ups, fast and slow cutting, sudden cuts and on-off alterning voices. At the beginning of the movie the protagonist tells his love to her: I do not photograph people anymore, but inanimate objects only, just because I do not see what I would like to see. In people I find only parts of you: your nose, your eyes, your hands ... but I can never see the whole of you, I can't find yourself. Beautiful is the motorcycle scene... I had already found it good watching the trailer, because of the metaphor between bike and sex. Feeling the bike's engine between the legs, his power under you. Feel when the gear engages and the bike spurts out under your body. To control that power, that emotion (similar to sex) something that explodes when you try to control it up to the end, but you know you cannot control it completely and totally. Nice the final scene, the only on color, shoot in a field of yellow flowers... looks like the scene from an old silent movie. In my opinion it's a very nice movie... maybe too much thought and reasoned... and I realize that in this nowadays reality, in which everything is done pulling it away, my opinion could appear as one of someone who is never satisfied, but that's it! The movie, I think is nice but lacks a bit in spontaneity... paradox, he lacks a bit of heart. But I do not want to be misunderstood: the movie is really very nice.
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