The Pirate

I've seen quite a bit of French films, antiquated and new. But this one by far has been the most tricky out of them all. On one hand, you witness these beings, struggling in their dealings of love amongst other twisted emotions of many. You could decipher what it all means, the love and hate, disgust and misery. It's all there, but what I couldn't help but witness (it was like a sore on the lip, hard to miss really) was the fact that the group constantly flailed about like children, focused on one thing and then the next, a pain to keep up with. It's as if their emotions tumbled like a snow ball effect, each character absorbing the others emotions like a leech-sending each one into a chaotic frenzy of emotions and back and forth events.

My opinion may seem like a simplistic approach to the meaning of it all, but it was a strange viewing to say the least, given that civilization appeared nonexistent when alarming matters took place and the unstable group seemed the type to give any outsider the idea that they may all be better off locked away in padded rooms...

An interesting film, no doubt. However, life resembles all trades of human actions and feeling, and this was certainly a display.