I somehow feel that I can't write objectively about "Anatomie d'une chute" as I have rarely encountered a film, an opera staging, a play, that I hated so thoroughly that it so angered me to the point that I wanted to do damage to something.
Please do not let my overall feelings contribute to your decision to see it or not if an opportunity comes your way. I mean, it did win the Palm d'Or and will, I think, land Oscar nominations for Picture, Actress, and Screenplay, and it has a rating of 96% "fresh" at Rotten Tomatoes. And, I must say that Sandra Hüller gives an extraordinary performance. Those, however, are not reasons for me to screen a film or give it a second try, or tell you not to see it. Judge for yourselves.
All that being said: I must warn you that there is, at the two-hour mark (of its excruciatingly slow 150 minutes) an extended scene involving violence to a dog so graphic that I thought I might vomit. I damned near shut it off, but having gotten through 4/5 of it, my hidden inner masochist demanded that I give it a chance to see the denouement (of which there is none).
I am now going to have a long cuddle session with my special-needs cat (three legs and 16 toes) and then go kick something inanimate or break my knuckles as I bang them into a wall.
Just FYI: I confess to being an Art House geek. I screened 402 films in 2023 going back to 1917 (The Golden Age of Scandinavian silent films!) and I doubt seriously if any of them played at cineplexes anywhere, ever.
Please do not let my overall feelings contribute to your decision to see it or not if an opportunity comes your way. I mean, it did win the Palm d'Or and will, I think, land Oscar nominations for Picture, Actress, and Screenplay, and it has a rating of 96% "fresh" at Rotten Tomatoes. And, I must say that Sandra Hüller gives an extraordinary performance. Those, however, are not reasons for me to screen a film or give it a second try, or tell you not to see it. Judge for yourselves.
All that being said: I must warn you that there is, at the two-hour mark (of its excruciatingly slow 150 minutes) an extended scene involving violence to a dog so graphic that I thought I might vomit. I damned near shut it off, but having gotten through 4/5 of it, my hidden inner masochist demanded that I give it a chance to see the denouement (of which there is none).
I am now going to have a long cuddle session with my special-needs cat (three legs and 16 toes) and then go kick something inanimate or break my knuckles as I bang them into a wall.
Just FYI: I confess to being an Art House geek. I screened 402 films in 2023 going back to 1917 (The Golden Age of Scandinavian silent films!) and I doubt seriously if any of them played at cineplexes anywhere, ever.