As such it is sure to alienateand infuriate perhaps the majority of viewers, yet those who findthemselves swept up in the abstract beauty of it all are in for aninspiring, enlightening, and at times overwhelming two hours. I apologise for such strong language, but it irks me. Each segment is unrelated, connected only by Oscar transforming himselffor his next job in the back of his limousine; which makes the majorityof the film completely pointless. While some of Oscar's 'roles' have illuminating punchlines to ease ourunderstanding, the majority are much more conceptual, and will demandrepeat viewings to unpack before Carax's intentions for the piece as awhole will become clear, if they ever will. It has enough quiet moments to make you impatient, but from the pause it will take off on another romp. They are interesting—how could they fail on that score? The film's message and themes are as I've mentioned open to interpretation.
Just ginger and old and ugly. Cameras have become tiny over the years, they are not visible anymore. Mais où est sa maison, sa famille, son repos?. The script had many flaws and is very barren and shallow so the movie looks very boring. The character is convincing but it's not clear what is real and what isn't. The story surrounds a series of roles the main character must play and the idea behind the whole thing can be seen after the second one.
There is a set of double doors and he steps through them. That is just one of many questions that can go through one's head asyou attempt to follow this film. But makingfilms, that's supposed to be a profession. The film reaches a crescendo at this point which it is never really able to match. Each of reincarnation banker - a monster, a musician, a hapless murderer old - confronts the viewer a lot of questions. This film lacks intellect though some pseudo-intellectual suggestions attempt to make the film have some meaning. The film reaches a crescendo atthis point which it is never really able to match.
This film is a pretentious pile of junk. Holy Motors is a thrilling, darkly comic and bonkers film that is worth tracking down. Good art combines such creativity with some intelligent organization to support the fantasy. Doing the work of being alive. Something we must not give up trying. Due to the film's premise, subject matter and country or origin, we got the chance to travel to our local Art House Cinema, Cornerhouse in Manchester.
Enough said about the rest of this pretentious nonsense. I haven'tseen a better acting job this year and I'd be surprised if I do. He gets up and looks out the window and we see he is next to an airport. The film features a pop singer too, Kylie Minogue, but you can't help thinking it was really Lady Gaga he should have got in it: the film is like one of her videos, only lasting almost two hours. Who knows, and, frankly, who really cares?.
Lastly, I will argue that despite its wackiness, this film is thoroughly entertaining. Some of his characters seemed straightforward enough, like an old lady beggar ignored on the street or a sad father to a pre-teen daughter. In no time Lavant is transformed into his first character, an old beggar woman of the sort you see around The Eiffel Tower. We follow a day in the life of Monsieur Oscar being driven around Paris in a white stretch limo by Céline his driver and secretary , who ferries him around from one 'appointment' to another. This film is just a failed attempt to be surreal and provides no new ideas.
This started with Oscar dressed like a demented madman eating flowers from a cemetery, who crashed a photo shoot and abducted the model Mendez then took her to a cave, dressed her in a burqa and then laid down on her lap naked and fully erect! The film is enjoyable however you view it and whether or not you read into any hidden messages or not. Instructions for the first meeting of forced converts it to an old lady-beggar, collecting alms on a Paris bridge. When the ending came well not much I can say, the film fizzles out, noclimax. I derive no positiveemotion from a film that relies solely on ambiguous subtext, surrealismand symbolism. This of course piqued my interest to watch the film. Throughout the course of the day he becomes a beggar woman, motion capture artist, assassin, disappointed father plus many more.
A friend I saw it with was bored. It seems likely that the film is trying to talkabout a variety of issues and themes and perhaps other people will pickup on different aspects of the strange world that it creates. For others the film is totally boring and nonsensical. The make-up work actually was quite phenomenal; visually, Oscar wastruly a different person in each segment. Any idiot can throw together two hours of sheermeaningless oddity and claim it to be 'metaphorical' it's weakfilmmaking. Oscar, who dons one role after the other, in actual settings, in front of seemingly invisible cameras. I do not even think there is one.