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Solar Beats
Walking towards the fire. In a ceaseless stream of light, people, landscapes and objects lead us to mysterious regions. French filmmaker Patrick Bokanowski’s work is hard to classify - and all the richer for it. Together with his wife Michèle, whose musique concrète compositions form the basis of the sound design, Bokanowski offers a prolonged, dense and visually visceral experience of the kind that is rare in cinema today. Difficult to define and locate, its strangeness is quite unique.
| Release : | 2008 |
| Rating : | 7 |
| Studio : | ARTE, Kira B.M. Films, |
| Crew : | Director, Music, |
| Cast : | Michèle Bokanowski |
| Genre : | Animation |
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Sorry, this movie sucks
Let's be realistic.
It's complicated... I really like the directing, acting and writing but, there are issues with the way it's shot that I just can't deny. As much as I love the storytelling and the fantastic performance but, there are also certain scenes that didn't need to exist.
I enjoyed watching this film and would recommend other to give it a try , (as I am) but this movie, although enjoyable to watch due to the better than average acting fails to add anything new to its storyline that is all too familiar to these types of movies.
There is a proverbial anthropological anecdote concerning the projection of a film by some anthropologists for a - as was once called - primitive tribe. They asked the tribe what caught their attention in the film; the answer they received was "the play of light and shadow". This is I think the underlying premise of this short, but I suspect with a slight twist: what would these solar flutters mean to "us", civilized, image-ridden people? I can only answer in an experimental, impressionistic manner: think of the Tassili-N-Ajer rock images, think the quality of pre-Colombian gold; think of Max Ernst's weird Euclides, and Klee's Black Prince, imagine eyelids mesmerized by this self-reflexive, generous, elusive like figures evaporating on the wet sand film, along with its tribal, ethnic, social delineations (not in celebration of some deeper, organic unity as the trend goes, but) after something enigmatic. Not as solar as the title suggests, a bit closer to the heavy odor and the colors of the night-flower.
