We follow 24 hours in the life of a being moving from life to life like a cold and solitary assassin moving from hit to hit. In each of these interwoven lives, the being possesses an entirely distinct identity: sometimes a man, sometimes a woman, sometimes youthful, sometimes old. By turns murderer, beggar, company chairman, monstrous creature, worker, family man.
Denis Lavant Édith Scob Eva Mendes Kylie Minogue Élise Lhomeau Jeanne Disson Michel Piccoli Leos Carax Nastya Golubeva Carax Reda Oumouzoune Zlata Geoffrey Carey Annabelle Dexter-Jones Élise Caron Corinne Yam Julien Prévost Ahcène Nini Laurent Lacotte David Stanley Phillips Matthew Gledhill Hanako Danjo Big John Pierre Marcoux Bastien Bernini Elliot Simon Quentin Auvray Bertrand Cantat Alexandre Leitão David Nzavotunga Kiala Show All…
Корпорація "Святі мотори", 홀리 모터스, ホーリー・モーターズ, Svētie motori, Müqəddəs Motorlar, 神圣车行, Корпорация «Святые моторы», Kutsal Motorlar, מנועים קדושים, Холи Мотърс, 巴黎聖騎士, Šventieji motorai, Phân Thân, วันพิลึกของนายพิลั่น, 花都魅影
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A film that, needless to say, has a number of correct subjective interpretations directly proportional to the amount of viewers that saw it with a high attention span and an open mind, in my humble opinion, can be more easily dissected if:
I. It is seen passively.
“I'd rather people feel a film before understanding it."
- Robert Bresson
“We think too much and feel too little."
- Charles Chaplin.
Some things do not have to make sense. The mind can rest peacefully at night if it was not capable of rationalizing all stimula in one day, even if it seems impossible to several people. Some things just deserve to be felt.
II. The "appointments" topic is taken as the…
I quit my job, left my family, sold my possessions, and moved to France to become a motion capture artist based on this movie and I am here to tell you real mo-cap is not like this at all.
Oh well. You win some you lose some. Maybe I’ll try to become an accordion player next.
Q1. Was this art over substance?
Q2. Was there a point?
Q3. What genre is it?
Q4. Did I like it?
Q5. Did I hate it?
A1-5. I honestly don't fucking know!
MUBI’s synopsis says ‘He seems to be playing roles - but where are the cameras?’ The cameras are right there, how else did they film this shit? fucking idiot
I'm still trying to wrap my head around what the hell did I just watched..... okay here we go.
Holy Motors is definitely a challenging cinematic experience. It's incredibly surreal, hyper-stylized, and genre-busting; constantly defying and reinvigorating the rules of cinema itself.
The film tells the story of the mysterious being named Oscar, who is driven around the city in the white stretched vehicle, taking him to the variety of "appointments" of the day. The "appointments" appear to be a series of acting jobs, where Oscar dresses up for the multitude of roles. Each of them played out like episodic vignettes with different genres (monster horror, family drama, crime thriller, musical romance, etc.) but with no correlations whatsoever.
Narratively speaking,…
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Within an individual life, and perhaps in sequential ones, we are incarnated not one but many times, taking on the roles that we are given or aspire to, performing them to the best of our abilities, succeeding sometimes, failing others, oftentimes just getting by. If you could prepare or hone a gift for sudden improvisation that would undoubtedly help, as would having a stretch limousine dressing room piloted by an expert chauffeur (Edith Scob!!! In a role which connects directly to her ***** performance in Eyes Without A Face, the film of films whose presence more than any other's lingers or hovers like a ghost or an angel over Holy Motors) and filled with endless theatrical props, makeup mirror and…
i will never forget how gross the motion capture sequence made me feel. its so gross. even now i go back and watch just that part and just in my bones i feel BAD. thats so amazing. it is so cool that dance can gross you out. people can make you feel anything they want you to feel just by moving their bodies, even just in little ways. our primitive brains pick up on body language cues that our conscious brain doesn't and we understand the mood as sinister or lewd or like, we can see illness, or decay in what they're doing or whatever. idk im still talking about dance all the time. also i watched this like 6 months ago idk if you have to declare that. like on instagram when people would be like "#latergram". remember like in 2014ish
