Shortest of Beckett's works (word count wise, Breath excluded) has three women sitting on a bench talking of old days. When one leaves for a moment, one of the remaining two says something terrible about the one not there. In the end they then hold hands in the old fashion way linked as they are in illusion and delusion.
Well made film, continues to elude me. The seeming central idea that we remain together despite feeling terrible about our friends leaves me feeling "yes and...?" As a cinematic exercise its clever film to admire more than like. As a anything else its not much of anything.
It is an empty film.
Well made film, continues to elude me. The seeming central idea that we remain together despite feeling terrible about our friends leaves me feeling "yes and...?" As a cinematic exercise its clever film to admire more than like. As a anything else its not much of anything.
It is an empty film.
