Are Michael and Boris being controlled by aliens?, by Russia?, by the Daily Express?, by the casting of runes? Weren’t they once bessie mates who then fell out big time last year and yet seem now to bessie mates again? Do they belong to the same political party as their boss? Do either of them understand where they are, what they are supposed to be doing or even what they really, really want? It’s difficult not to regard it all as a Mad Hatter’s Tea Party where Alice May simply gets more confused by these nutjobs. Pity it’s all quite important….
I confess I quite like a puzzle and, although this one makes no sense (other than in disgustingly ego-centric ways), I’m happy if a film makes me deliberately confused so that I can try to figure it out. Sometimes it doesn’t work, of course, and I have to accept that either I’m too dim or the film-maker is too inept or too-clever-by-half. I think the latter description applies to Leos Carax, the auteur of Holy Motors, a film I raved about a few years back. I’ve since watched it again and endured the tedious Q&A session with Carax on the DVD and yet I’m still not much wiser. But I am sure it is strange, disturbing and surreal.
Maybe you find such films annoying but I’m sure you’ve occasionally reached the closing credits and wondered what you’ve just been watching. Tell us about them, whether or not you recommend them.
(This was actually a Song Bar – not an RR – topic, curated by sev earlier this year. It’s all the same to me.)