Resnais breaststroke a lot of air for a result of the most baffling and often surprising but disappointing too. There was a time a "big" the 7th art: watching "Wild Grass" is not doubtful. But as talented employee to a task also ... futile (the word is out), it is regrettable. Not that this movie is bad, or at least completely missed: it is sufficiently strange and unusual to merit a look, its shape is virtuoso enough (these color schemes, this mounting air, the constant drama, the art of the ellipse ,...) to deserve some applause! He often provided valuable breathing hard, and achieved even at times quite exhilarating cinematic lyricism. Yes but this remains a cumbersome! It borders on both indigestion ça clignote de partout, tant le long métrage est boursoufflé d'humour facile, de personnages caricaturaux, de bons sentiments passéistes, de photographie baveuse, de mouvements d'appareil à n'en plus finir... L'esthétique forcenée des «Herbes Folles» est parfois étonnamment bien maîtrisée, mais de temps à autre elle ploie sous son poids excessif : la mécanique est certes (trop?) bien huilée, Sabine Azéma est décidément attachante (Resnais en est complètement amoureux, c'est aussi frappant que lorsque Godard filmait Anna Karina), la fantaisie du cinéaste est touchante... Mais qu'est-ce qu'on manque d'air! Heureusement donc qu'Alain Resnais relâche pressure regularly through its various digressions. Moreover, the winks are legion, Resnais revisits the seventh art and filmography at the same time, but this snake biting its tail has that je ne sais quoi of annoying, perhaps the "indecency" d a conspicuously displayed complacency despite not really met expectations, at least in my case. Especially as the poetic virtues of film really compete too often some "poor man's poetry", which unfortunately has the name of poetry. As such links that bring Resnais Desplechin's are perhaps not insignificant: they share the same taste for the quote, for some banter, a formality at best and at worst Mallarmean worthy of Jeunet ... A film that basically no doubt delight some moviegoers (Hitchcock fans, or those who love the game of comparison), but will leave others unsatisfied. I just finished on a negative note and then another more positive: the music of Mark Snow is possible at tasteless and vulgar, Poster Blutch is pretty and really good! And last question, finally, to address a key concern and starting the feature size: Resnais would he lost all taste good? [1 / 4]
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