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Michael HanekeForgatókönyvíró:
Michael HanekeOperatőr:
Darius KhondjiSzereplők:
Jean-Louis Trintignant, Emmanuelle Riva, Isabelle Huppert, William Shimell, Ramón Agirre, Rita Blanco, Carole Franck, Dinara Drukarova (több)Tartalmak(1)
A film középpontjában egy egymást kamaszként szerető idős párizsi értelmiségi házaspár áll. Miután az asszony két egymást követő agyvérzésben megbénul és magatehetetlenné válik, férje nem hajlandó feleségét kórházba küldeni, hanem ő maga ápolja. (CirkoFilm)
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Michael Haneke is a very specific creator. Somewhat controversial ("The Piano Teacher" or "Funny Games"), but at the same time a person who can make unique films that are an experience. These include the first two mentioned, but also his other films, including "Amour". For this film and for the previous film - "The White Ribbon" - he was even nominated for an Oscar. For "The White Ribbon" not directly by him, but for "Amour" he did not miss the nomination for directing. In 8 days, we will know whether he won it. However, based on other awards, it seems that unfortunately he will not win in this case, although "Amour" could win at least as a foreign language film. Maybe the Academy will surprise us once again. More: http://www.filmovy-denik.cz/2013/02/laska-2012-80.html
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Az ilyen gondoskodás arról a nőről, akivel az életemet fogom leélni, magától értetődő. És az ilyen hozzáállás a világból való távozásához nem megdöbbentő. Akkor miért kell erről egy akadémikusan rideg filmet csinálni, szándékosan kerülve az érzelmeket és a történetet elmélyíteni visszatekintésekkel vagy mellékszereplőkkel? Ha nem lenne a vizuális minimalizmus, nem ismertem volna fel benne Hanekét. Ezúttal azonban minimalizmusa öncélú volt, nem egy szellemes alkotói szándék része. Unalmas, üres álművészet.
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Love as certainty. Love as commitment. Love as a prison. The many forms of emotion that life gives and destroys inspired Haneke to make a film that begins with a death and continues with a precise study of subjugation and the maintaining of control, without sentimentality, but not entirely coldly either. After Anne becomes paralysed, the film remains in the space of a single apartment, which we leave together with Georges only in a dream, as liberating as listening to music, the noblest of the arts. A few rooms become the couple’s new world, a miniaturised version of the world outside. They have reached an age and situation when they no longer need or want each other. Even if at the cost of complete isolation from their surroundings (the intentionally unexplained dismissal of the caregiver leaves us in doubt as to whether it was really her or if Georges simply cannot bear having anyone else between himself and his wife). The unusually long shots show all of the pain of old age without haste and without pauses provided through editing, while also drawing our attention to the slow passage of time. Nothing is momentary; every action lingers. Love as patience. Amour is a focused work of a filmmaker who trusts the talent of his actors and the perceptiveness of his viewers. Though the film carries within itself at least as many themes as love has forms (the younger generation’s perspective represented by the daughter is very inspiring), what I consider to be the most important thing in our current age of half-hearted long-distance relationships is the fact that someone has made a film about true love, whose purity is to a large extent dependent on spatial proximity. Behind what some may see as stale academic art, I believe there is hidden a topical and very urgent challenge. Should we give up love out of fear of possible pain? 80%
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Another heavyweight and slow Haneke, but his previous, The White Ribbon, was harder, and also had a lot more heart. The “moral” of Love is clear, explicit and surprisingly banal. To some extent, I’m disappointed, though it’s still very good.
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A big disappointment: an explicit, leathery conversational, snobbish in terms of tone, and for me a completely lifeless film, from which nothing comes but the classic "life is beautiful and death is painful". Regarding filmmaker Haneke, some of the literal scenes surprise me with their cheap urgency (most of the scenes about ideas and dreams), the character Isabelle Huppert is very forcibly sewn into the film and the more there was talk of death in the film, the less it seemed to be about life to me (haha, paradoxes). At times, Haneke, the once uncompromising analyst, has simply turned into a conventional mid-cultist who escapes from a painful subject in the easiest possible way (a slap followed by "staring" romantic painting, etc.). The only really engaging scene for me was one in which the director lets the audience look for heroes in a multi-headed crowd and drown in ambivalent emotions. Then he gives everything for free. I don't like that. Although I must admit that it is sophisticated, elegantly shot and precisely acted.
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The worst fear of all aging couples made real. Michael Haneke jumps straight to the heart of the matter, keeps his determined but meaningless shots to a minimum, and cuta to the bone within just a few minutes. Except that he keeps cutting relentlessly to the very end. Although Love fascinated me with its ability to reach the depths of the soul, because because this does not become the climax of the film – but rather a stagnant routine after a while – the experience is only half complete.
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If, for example, Haneke's The White Ribbon felt disturbing and extraordinarily impressive to me, Amour represents the opposite pole of his work. It seems strongly predictable, aloof, and unnecessarily literal for my taste. True, contemporary society tends to repress unpleasant phenomena - and first and foremost among them are dying, powerlessness, and the act of death itself. If you belong to this large group, the film can reveal something to you. But a simple demonstration is not enough for me. I have already dealt with all of this in the past and I do not find film magic in Haneke's film. The director serves me something that is already finished and I do not see any room for myself in there. Not to mention the fact that it's as cold as ice. I'm giving it three stars for Haneke's undoubtedly high-quality craftsmanship. Overall impression: 55%.
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