PneumaDm
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The fracture between being and what seems to be
More than a film, a tormented psychic diary of the human soul. It is a hand that enters the body and touches the heart.
Two women compared, one silent by choice, Elisabeth, the other who speaks out of necessity. Alma, in search of humanity and confesses, lays bare her intimacy while the other is silent and... smiles. Clashes, illusions in a relationship that fluctuates, we debate between sets reduced to the minimum terms on which the splendid faces of the two women are glued.
The great strength lies in the dialogues, at times rarefied but powerful and in a cold, intense black and white, full of contrasts between light and shadow.
A heavy shadow, always present on the two protagonists, in their progressive fusion, until they permeate one into the other.
Every soul is full of dark sides and nuances, of needs, of the search for union, of rejection. With this experimental, intense film, Bergman touches many chords with detached crudeness, up to the climax in which Alma talks about the child that Elisabeth would never have wanted: the unspeakable revelations that arise in the human soul and that emerge relentlessly.
A hallucinated journey into the human soul, behind the "mask". A story made of pauses, of strong and conscious words, rich in profound concepts torn from the darkness of the ego, like limbs and thrown into the light.
The spectator is helpless and subjugated. A timeless masterpiece that makes its way from the chest, from the inside, to come out into the open.
More than a film, a tormented psychic diary of the human soul. It is a hand that enters the body and touches the heart.
Two women compared, one silent by choice, Elisabeth, the other who speaks out of necessity. Alma, in search of humanity and confesses, lays bare her intimacy while the other is silent and... smiles. Clashes, illusions in a relationship that fluctuates, we debate between sets reduced to the minimum terms on which the splendid faces of the two women are glued.
The great strength lies in the dialogues, at times rarefied but powerful and in a cold, intense black and white, full of contrasts between light and shadow.
A heavy shadow, always present on the two protagonists, in their progressive fusion, until they permeate one into the other.
Every soul is full of dark sides and nuances, of needs, of the search for union, of rejection. With this experimental, intense film, Bergman touches many chords with detached crudeness, up to the climax in which Alma talks about the child that Elisabeth would never have wanted: the unspeakable revelations that arise in the human soul and that emerge relentlessly.
A hallucinated journey into the human soul, behind the "mask". A story made of pauses, of strong and conscious words, rich in profound concepts torn from the darkness of the ego, like limbs and thrown into the light.
The spectator is helpless and subjugated. A timeless masterpiece that makes its way from the chest, from the inside, to come out into the open.
A visionary, slow beginning accompanies irreproachable movements, raw truth.
It's like reliving a part of "Persona". "Every word is a lie, every gesture a falsehood, every smile a grimace." Sometimes whispered, then harsh. Not a film but another shred of soul.
Trolosa is an exceptional, real and profound film. The characters' relationship with Bergman is splendid.
A non-obvious or moralistic test on a visceral and delicate topic.
I find it right that Ullmann has maintained the language of the Master, the language that she knew best, giving life to a splendid, moving work that touches deep chords of the soul.
Extremely painful.
It's like reliving a part of "Persona". "Every word is a lie, every gesture a falsehood, every smile a grimace." Sometimes whispered, then harsh. Not a film but another shred of soul.
Trolosa is an exceptional, real and profound film. The characters' relationship with Bergman is splendid.
A non-obvious or moralistic test on a visceral and delicate topic.
I find it right that Ullmann has maintained the language of the Master, the language that she knew best, giving life to a splendid, moving work that touches deep chords of the soul.
Extremely painful.
Delicate and true film, real characters. Events follow one another with humanity, in wrongs, in reasons, in said facts and in silent facts, in fears, in anxieties, in anger.
Events that involve and blow furiously, upsetting the lives of children; innocent people who pay the price for the disputes of the adults.
And in the end, the tears and pain of the little girl, a verdict that never comes. Like two strangers, separated by a glass door in a wall of silence, the two parents wait.
Great actors. A great film that struck me in the way it captures Iranian culture, superstitions and common thought.
We're not that different after all.
Events that involve and blow furiously, upsetting the lives of children; innocent people who pay the price for the disputes of the adults.
And in the end, the tears and pain of the little girl, a verdict that never comes. Like two strangers, separated by a glass door in a wall of silence, the two parents wait.
Great actors. A great film that struck me in the way it captures Iranian culture, superstitions and common thought.
We're not that different after all.