Daniel Giménez Cacho gives us in Bardo an infinite humanity with an undeniable mastery of art. His passive role in this case lends us with his eyes a channel to observe and respond to the various mind-boggling events he navigates, and he does so with a sincerity and apparent ease that makes it almost impossible for me not to connect with him. If the movie was just his acting, it would be a gift to all film lovers.
Bardo is about Mexico, success, immigrants, fatherhood, existentialism... but mostly i think it's talking about loss. The loss in all its senses, not only death, but the inevitable separation from everything in reality, because time, mind and life are so. And so the film's way of approaching human perception is supremely exciting, witty, visionary-like a lyrical, lucid illusion.
Bardo is not autobiographical, but, like any expression of art, it is a reflection of the author. In this case the conventions are dissolved to release something deeper, because when an artist exposes himself without barriers, delivering and exploring entirely the duality of self and things, that is when he can deliver something truly special. That is why the audacity with which Iñárritu exposes himself, when he could make any complacent film, is admirable.
The sincerity is so apparent that it can even give some aversion to some, because seeing someone so vulnerable can be very uncomfortable and thus create distance between us if we are not willing to empathize. But if we open up to these emotions, without judgments, they can also provide us with a sublime connection with all that is infinite, as well as attaching us to the essence of the collective experience of being human.
Iñárritu plunges on a deep introspective adventure without thinking twice because he knows the value of making art is through sharing an intimate perspective of the world. In this sense, any form of art, in its essence, can be self-therapy, and you feel Iñárritu in this film contending to invoke the existential questions of life.
The ending sequence of this movie is unforgettable.
Bardo is about Mexico, success, immigrants, fatherhood, existentialism... but mostly i think it's talking about loss. The loss in all its senses, not only death, but the inevitable separation from everything in reality, because time, mind and life are so. And so the film's way of approaching human perception is supremely exciting, witty, visionary-like a lyrical, lucid illusion.
Bardo is not autobiographical, but, like any expression of art, it is a reflection of the author. In this case the conventions are dissolved to release something deeper, because when an artist exposes himself without barriers, delivering and exploring entirely the duality of self and things, that is when he can deliver something truly special. That is why the audacity with which Iñárritu exposes himself, when he could make any complacent film, is admirable.
The sincerity is so apparent that it can even give some aversion to some, because seeing someone so vulnerable can be very uncomfortable and thus create distance between us if we are not willing to empathize. But if we open up to these emotions, without judgments, they can also provide us with a sublime connection with all that is infinite, as well as attaching us to the essence of the collective experience of being human.
Iñárritu plunges on a deep introspective adventure without thinking twice because he knows the value of making art is through sharing an intimate perspective of the world. In this sense, any form of art, in its essence, can be self-therapy, and you feel Iñárritu in this film contending to invoke the existential questions of life.
The ending sequence of this movie is unforgettable.