This is a film where past and present exist in a continuous looping, as the leading character sees women as empty sheets, not caring about their single qualities and repeating the same behavior, approach and even dialogues. Indeed, he cares about nothing but his own comfort, and lies, evades or presents himself as a victim whenever it is convenient. He is a coward womanizer who cheats his wife and merges work with sexual life. Perhaps his own weakness to sustain his positions, to say what he really thinks, is a protection by himself to keep that easy role and not make decisions, it is an alibi to always reapeating the very same wrongdoing without feeling responsible for it. Philosophical and religious discussions, often combined with food and booze, rose during the film, and the reasons of their appearance seem to be open to varied interpretations. Aesthetic choices by the director may make it somtimes unnecessarily confusing, and by reading other reviews I understood that it is a trait of his filmography, even stronger in previous movies. Unfortunately I could not watch the last scene until its very end, due cable TV problems.
Review of The Day After
