I feel like the French or perhaps the Japanese have a term for the feeling of watching a film that seems obvious in its intent and one is real smug about spotting the obvious plot but then the film says, wait pal, there’s this turn in the tale and one is proven satisfyingly wrong.
Getting proven wrong is pretty great.
This time, the film is Frantz, and I’m happy to have been both smacked upside the head by its latter half and left wondering about lies, war, and the connections between people.
I feel like the French or perhaps the Japanese have a term for the feeling of watching a film that seems obvious in its intent and one is real smug about spotting the obvious plot but then the film says, wait pal, there’s this turn in the tale and one is proven satisfyingly wrong.
Getting proven wrong is pretty great.
This time, the film is Frantz, and I’m happy to have been both smacked upside the head by its latter half and left wondering about lies, war, and the connections between people.