Sunday, April 15, 2012

Le Temps Du Loup (Michael Haneke, 2003)


I’m old enough and know Haneke’s work good enough to just press stop button after 2 minutes and 10 seconds. Because this is how long opening credits roll. And they are written in these tiny little words on pitch black background without any music and/or sounds and you get pretty good impression about how this piece of shit will proceed.

And it proceeds into some post apocalyptic future and of course Haneke doesn’t feel a need to explain the cause of this apocalypse. It’s just too trivial and because – stupid me – this isn’t really Mad Max action type of flick and it’s more about how people react in extreme situations. No, wait – it’s not about people in general, it’s about how family - as a basic cell of human society - acts and ultimately reacts when it’s violently torn apart. Or maybe not? Is it the other way around and was I watching small and intimate drama about young girl feeling alone after losing her father and finding her first romance in that annoying kid stealing shit of other survivors? But no, I’m sure it cannot be THAT simple. The kid probably represents some figure from 256th bible paragraph and that scene with another naked kid standing in front of the fire surely means something? Or am I totally wrong and this is about decline of the western civilization, because the last shot shows train (crucial symbol along with the bicycle) coming from the east and that clearly symbolizes arrival of Chinese people liberated from the communism. But in that case it cannot be about decline, it’s rather about prevailing of the west, right!? Is it possible that - after all - this is Mad Max remake, but done according (homage?) to fucking Dogma 95 rules? It obviously pays to do movies shot with static camera in bleak colors without music. If you’re lucky enough, you’ll maybe get Nicole Kidman for your next “project”.

God, this is getting too confusing indeed. I need to go online and find an interview with this almighty auteur to find out what was the message he tried to convey to me. And how the hell he managed to get money for it…

Awful stuff, there’s really and honestly nothing even remotely interesting about it. I mean – it has to be really bad when even Isabelle Huppert and Béatrice Dalle cannot make it watchable, right? 

1/10

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