I liked
Amour, with qualifications, when I saw it last month, but I find I like it less the more I think about it. I still love the performances. Trintignant and Riva give depth and gravity to roles that aren't particularly well-defined. But there was a whiff of calculation in Haneke's direction that didn't sit right with me at the time, and that still bothers me. I know that many people have gotten a lot out of the film, and have been very moved by it, so I'm clearly in the minority here. But, to me, it's a film that's devoid of practically any subtext or formal interest.
Slant has a really well-articulated review that I sympathize with (though I think I like the film better than the writer did). I also like it more than Michael Sicinski, who is
very hard on it, but I believe he has a point here:
In a way, I think Haneke's approach might be a little
too straightforward and
too literal. If an unobtrusive, minimalist filmmaker like Frederick Wiseman were treating this material, it might be enough to simply point and shoot, and let the subtext take care of itself. But Haneke isn't that kind of director. He's always an imposing presence in his films. It's significant to me that my favorite moment in
Amour, formally speaking, is arguably its most abstract sequence: that beautiful, oddly disquieting "slideshow" of artworks. It's enigmatic and ambiguous (what does it mean? are those paintings in the apartment?), but I feel like that short sequence is more suggestive and evocative than anything else in the film -- far more impacting than the alarming but thematically and tonally dubious nightmare sequence. (I'm not sure about the pigeon stuff either.)
I don't know, I think I prefer enfant-terrible Haneke to elder-statesman Haneke. I love
Code Unknown and
The Piano Teacher, films that were wildly divisive. But I'm cooler on his more recent, uniformly-praised efforts (
Cache,
The White Ribbon, which I kind of hated,
Amour). Go figure!