Wednesday, May 11, 2011

Last Year at Marienbad


How do I get you to see Last Year at Marienbad without telling you anything about it?

This film rewards ignorance.  It doesn’t want you to know its synopsis, or what someone else thought about it, or why you should see it.  It’ll put you in a place where you may feel disoriented, uncomfortable, perhaps not entirely sane.  It’s not doing this because it’s a bad movie.  Alain Resnais does not make bad movies.  It’s doing this because it knows exactly, precisely what it’s about.

It’s stunningly beautiful and demands that you see it on the silver screen, but will abide a small-screen showing if you have no choice.  Its music will haunt you.  Its performances will stay with you.  It will tease you and delight you and make you glad that you watch good films.

And that’s it.  I’m done.  If you’ve seen Last Year at Marienbad, you know what I’m talking about.  If not, queue it up immediately and thank me later.  This film is just that good.

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