Saturday, 28 November 2015

A Pigeon Sat On A Branch Reflecting On Existence

You will have to love the aesthetics. The static camera, the lack of on-screen emotions, the pale colours. Otherwise, you will just get bored, confused, hysterical and wonder when the whole thing is over – ‘And what was it about?’ Or, worse, ‘And what, pray, did the director want to say?’ 

There is of course a strong Beckettian edge to it, and post-war Vladimir and Estragon are hardly any different from their contemporary versions. They don’t spill the truth – but they imply it in a way so obvious as to appear subtle. Like Inland Empire, it’s a film whose message (and I do hate the word) is clear. It’s just that you will never ever be able to put it into words. Rather, you reflect on it.