Not exact matches
Every role seems to have been faxed
in from a
different movie, and the actors are on such various planes of emotional intensity that
sometimes you can catch them, right there on the screen, looking at each other
in bewilderment.
Desplechin tackles drama with wildly confident eclecticism,
sometimes even besting Martin Scorsese
in pure
movie - mad feverishness: iris shots, radically
different camera styles, unexpected musical and literary quotations, theatrical flourishes, scenes broken up
in collage.
Sometimes a
movie plays one way on the screen, before metamorphosing into something altogether
different in the mind's eye.
Sometimes, the active versus passive debate is a bit like the
movie Rashomon,
in which
different characters recall wildly
different versions of the same incident.