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„Eine ganze Welt öffnet sich diesem Erstaunen, dieser Bewunderung, Erkenntnis, Liebe und wird vom Blick aufgesogen.“ (Jean Epstein)

Viennale 2016: Inimi Cicatrizate

  • Rai­ner, you com­plai­ned about the woman sig­hing at a scree­ning of Ini­mi Cica­triza­te. I wat­ched the film alter­na­ting bet­ween sig­hing and hol­ding my breath. I expe­ri­en­ced volup­tuous pain when rea­ding each of the excerp­ts from Blecher’s work quo­tes pre­sen­ted as inter­tit­les and was at each moment mes­me­ri­zed by Jude’s mas­tery of mise en scè­ne. It is a film of odd beau­ty, one easi­ly gets lost in its rich­ness. The­re is absur­di­ty in Ini­mi Cica­triza­te, but it is ano­ther kind of absur­di­ty, one that has cho­ked on its­elf (Patricks review of the film).
  • Fur­ther moments of bliss with Peter Hut­ton: two men wal­king up the sus­pen­si­on cable of a bridge in Three Land­scapes.
  • After so many fes­ti­val days, the Vien­na­le feels just like the mer­ry-go-round-round­about traf­fic-jam sce­ne in Tati’s Play­ti­me. In (the negli­gi­ble) O Cine­ma, Man­oel de Oli­vei­ra e Eu, João Botel­ho claims that the secrets to de Oliveira’s health were drin­king whis­key and eating toas­ted bread with pure oli­ve oil. I guess that having Play­ti­me for break­fast in Gar­ten­bau­ki­no might work in the same way for all of us.
  • Six years after Meek’s Cutoff Kel­ly Rei­chardt makes a dis­creet-fee­ling and gre­at film about peo­p­le mee­ting peo­p­le and almost every decis­i­on in it seems to come out of necessity.
  • Luc Darden­ne con­fes­ses that in La fil­le incon­nue he and Jean-Pierre have tried to crea­te a cha­ra­ter with a sort of con­scious­ness which they feel has dissap­peared from socie­ty. I wish I could feel less like I’m being pre­a­ched to.
  • Having to sit in a box in the His­to­ri­scher Saal of the Metro Kino and wat­ching the film with the view blo­cked by (beau­tiful per­haps) sculpt­ed wood makes one think about the Eric Ple­s­kow Saal with a fee­ling that almost resem­bles fondness.
  • Hans Hurch awards the Meteor(ite) Pri­ze to Jem Cohen but we all suspect him of having betray­ed the film­ma­ker by giving him not a pie­ce of meteo­ri­te but some­thing he brought from his trip to Greece.
  • For all tho­se who have, like me, always won­de­red if film­ma­ker use spe­cial effects in order to make Emma­nu­el Salinger’s eyes appear big­ger – no, they don’t. I’ve seen him in the lob­by of Metro Kino.