Halfway through Claire Denis' J'ai pas sommeil, I thought, ignorantly, for her, beauty is strange, strangeness beauty. Then the vase turns out to contain a serial killer. Perhaps she intended the film as a corrective; it's been criticized as reactionary. I think it's a fine noir, with 1990's Paris convincingly portrayed as a city of dislocation, illusion, violence and beauty.
Thursday, April 06, 2006
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