Angèle: I'll be punished?

Mr. Oscar: Yes. Your punishment, my poor Angèle, is to be you. To have to live with yourself.
L'Homme à la tache de vin: What makes you carry on, Oscar?

Mr. Oscar: What made me start, the beauty of the act.

L'Homme à la tache de vin: Beauty? They say it's in the eye, the eye of the beholder.

Mr. Oscar: And if there's no more beholder?
Mr. Oscar: I am alone, and they are everybody.
Céline: You're ill.

Mr. Oscar: I think I caught a cold killing the banker.
Eva Grace: Is that your hair?

Mr. Oscar: No, not yet. They made me older. Are those your eyes?

Eva Grace: No. They're Eva's eyes.
Mr. Oscar: Céline, we have to laugh before midnight.

Céline: We'll do our best, Mr. Oscar.

Mr. Oscar: Who knows if we'll laugh in the next life.
Mr. Oscar: I have a plan to go mad.
Mr. Oscar: I am so afraid I will never die.
Mr. Oscar: [exhorting his accordion band] Trois! Douze! Merde!

[English: Three! Twelve! Shit!]
Mr. Oscar: I miss the cameras. They used to be heavier than us. Then they became smaller than our heads. Now you can't see them at all.

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Holy Motors short comments

Braxton 2022-03-28 09:01:07

Leo Calax has such a deep sense of the sanctity of the film itself that he is in the same predicament as Denis Lawan's character, the film and reality are completely merged, in the film Michel Piccoli and Denis Rawang's dialogue is meaningful, it is Leo's inner confusion, and Leo is obviously angry, he feels that the audience is dead, he strongly hopes that the film will return to "attribution", and finally even replace the film that has been eliminated frequently Equipment beeps.
Nico 2022-03-23 09:02:38

[C+] Second brush, [C] rises [C+] Keep the same view: what the hell. There is only display, no thinking, let alone deconstruction. Randomly piled up, there is no beauty. Feeling nauseous. There are, however, quite a few quirks. Several schedules are fascinating, and this level of display is amazing. Yu did not hide her flaws. "The beauty of interpretation is only in the eyes of the audience." I'm sorry, I didn't see any beauty in my eyes, it was more of a strong discomfort, whether it was physical or psychological. It is more like a random pile of disorganized plots. Although each plot has its own appreciation, it is inevitable that too many similar plots of the same style will be tired together, not to mention the lack of connection and excess in the middle. love the ending.