When I return to this film, I always remember Nietzsche's writings concerning "words and music". According to him, it's impossible to listen the lyric of the ninth symphony of Beethoven, so overwhelmed we are with the music itself. In part, this happens with this "Prospero's Books". Ever single plan is a beautiful painting in movement. In here, images assume the same centrality that is played by the music in Beethoven's ninth. We become so powerfully taken by this frames that we forget the plot. To some viewers, this could be felt like a sin. For me, is pure poetry. In Nietzsche's words, is Dionysius beating Apollo (although for the German philosopher, images are always by the side of Apollo), it's our innermost self's taking advantage of us. In poetry, not always a story is important. After all, don't we have very recently one cry of pure beauty with that `a-narrative' film that is `Lost in translation'?
Review of Prospero's Books
