This film is a futile exercise. I often wondered what it would be like to track a woman repeatedly while she is walking. I have my answer.
It does not have the ethereal qualities of a masterful director at the helm like Tarkovsky to sustain such tiresome activities and inject life into the mundane. The film fails to forge an identity as a result of this. Most seems random and is deliberately slow to put the viewer into a reflective daze but this could have been equally achieved by turning the lights out for two hours and sitting in darkness.
Leiva wants the audience to escape and break the conventional shackles of modern cinema but, in doing so, his original vision is compromised. The mind needs some form of narrative to care and Leiva knows this too well. He feeds this a little with what can only be described as a 'fractured' narrative thus compromising his original vision. However, Leiva does deserve praise for his effort and he does show promising signs of being a director to look out for in the future as he has his moments of aesthetic delight.
It does not have the ethereal qualities of a masterful director at the helm like Tarkovsky to sustain such tiresome activities and inject life into the mundane. The film fails to forge an identity as a result of this. Most seems random and is deliberately slow to put the viewer into a reflective daze but this could have been equally achieved by turning the lights out for two hours and sitting in darkness.
Leiva wants the audience to escape and break the conventional shackles of modern cinema but, in doing so, his original vision is compromised. The mind needs some form of narrative to care and Leiva knows this too well. He feeds this a little with what can only be described as a 'fractured' narrative thus compromising his original vision. However, Leiva does deserve praise for his effort and he does show promising signs of being a director to look out for in the future as he has his moments of aesthetic delight.
