Regular Lovers
d. Philippe Garrel, 2005
This is one film that I'd been waiting to see since hearing about it many months ago. Whenever this happens, it's very difficult for the actual film to live up to my own weird expectations. In this case, watching Regular Lovers was more amazing an experience than I was prepared for. Miles away from Bertolucci's take on May '68, The Dreamers, Garrel's film represents something much more exquisite than a mere period piece, it's a captivating and intimidating monument on its own right. The film would be worth watching for just its beautiful photography; its black and white images as crisp and vibrant as anything by Godard or Warhol (two directors whose influenced is heavily felt in the movie). I could go on and on about Garrel's compositions, his masterful editing, the modulated performances (led by Garrel's own son, Louis, as the poet Francois), and I probably will, at a later date. As of now, let's just say I really love this film.
