Where are the boundaries of minimalism?

Rosario 2022-04-21 09:02:21

1. Anti-Hollywood:

(1-1) Compared with Hollywood movies, a real art movie not only has some descriptions that are not related to the main plot, but also has to decide what to discard, that is, there are not so many directional and plot descriptions. So both what and what a true arthouse film deviates from Hollywood melodrama. There is no particularly clear character history in this film, but this also puts forward requirements for the actor's performance and the fit between the character image and the role

(1-2) In addition, from the setting of a single scene, the moment of emotional outburst is also deliberately avoided, and Haneke’s iconic cut is used to ignore the drama, and even the killing in the climax is handled almost indifferently

(1-3) The medium and long shots, and their stingy with close-ups, let alone close-ups, further distance the viewer from the story. But in the final analysis, to what extent should this "anti-Hollywood" degree be mastered? After all, even a documentary will do the screening and integration of material

2. Minimalism:

With almost no exterior scenes, the narrative is completed with low-key and natural performances in confined spaces, relying on unambitious long takes and simple scheduling. But on the other hand, is this almost zero-skill style the reverse of the film's development? Or is it just a deconstruction of the author's own creative habits?

3. Empty lens:

Giving the audience time to digest their emotions and reflect is a skill worth learning

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Extended Reading

Amour quotes

  • Anne: What would you say if no one came to your funeral?

    Georges: Nothing, presumably.

  • Georges: [telling a childhood memory] ... some banal romance or other about a nobleman and a lower middle-class girl who couldn't have each other and who then, out of sheer magnanimity, decide to renounce their love - in fact, I don't quite remember it any more. In any case, afterwards I was thoroughly distraught, and it took me a bit of time to calm down. In the courtyard of the house where grandma lived, there was a young guy at the window who asked me where I'd been. He was a couple of years older than me, a braggart who really impressed me. "To the movies," I said, because I was proud that my grandma had given me the money to go all alone to the cinema. "What did you see?" I started to tell him the story of the movie, and as I did, all the emotion came back. I didn't want to cry in front of the boy, but it was impossible; there I was, crying out loud in the courtyard, and I told him the whole drama to the bitter end.

    Anne: So? How did he react?

    Georges: No idea. He probably found it amusing. I don't remember. I don't remember the film either. But I remember the feeling. That I was ashamed of crying, but that telling him the story made all my feelings and tears come back, almost more powerfully than when I was actually watching the film, and that I just couldn't stop.

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