
Originally Posted by
Thomas
I honestly have no idea where McTeague is coming from with this film.
During most of the film, Haneke's camera registers, it does not present.
It does not comment, nor does it lesson.
Only in the end, a certain amount of poetic freedom hits Haneke, and I've honestly never seen him warmer than this.
The film should probably be called "Amour" rather than Amour. This is one love story. There are many out there.
I simply cannot for the life of me see where the nihilism remarks are coming from.
Sure, Anne and Georges and Eva are flawed people.
Most people are flawed.
Like McTeague, I would hope for another relationship with my kids when I get old, but this is not a story about me, this is a story about Anne and Georges most of all.
Also, I have my opinions on euthanasia, but much like Vera Drake wasn't actually a manifest for abortion, this is not a poster for mercy killings or whatever you would want to call them. The death of Anne is a detail in a very simply and in many ways dramatic yet common tale about two people in love who follows each other to the very end.
So refreshing to see a film maker actually grasp that "love" is a verb, it is not an emotion of a certain niceness, or words of a certain beauty.
Love can be crude when life requires it. And it is love when we see Georges care for his Anne.
I need to sleep on this, obviously (I just finished the screening), but the scene with Anne's first stroke is one of the most moving things I've seen in quite a while. And yet very simple. I really appreciate the simplicity of this, and Haneke's rigid scheme serves the story well. From the opening of the couple out in the open, to ending with the construction of a tomb encapsuling an entire marriage.
Should I mention one sour grape, then it surprisingly is the performance of L'Huppert, which is calculated as I've never seen her. Career worst performance (LOL).
But the rest, as heavy, sad, at times infuriating it is - is brilliant. I am surprised AMPAS fell for it but down with it, naturally.
****/*****. Caché remains Haneke's finest film, but this is an illustrious addition to an esteemed career.