Un amour à taire

At the film festival where I saw this film, even jaded film veterans were unprepared for its emotional wallop. This is one of the few films dealing with gay persecution during the Nazi era. It works unflinchingly to ground the material in both a French and German Nazi context. Its brutal but honest portrayal tests the viewer's tolerance for the horrific. Yet this film manages to be subtle, nuanced and rich not only through its script, but also in its period depiction, and lastly, in its dramatic execution. Obviously a work of love, this film conveys much of what is worst and best of humanity set in 1942 during the upheaval of Nazi-occupied Paris.

A beautiful and poignant film that encourages you to wait for the arrival of the hero and the redemption of the evil only for neither to happen. Someone commented that the film was like a roller coaster, for me it didn't feel that way, no individual scene was too brutal or heartbreaking for me to reach for the tissues, until, as the end captions appeared the whole reservoir of emotions that had been slowly welling inside overcame my composure. With torrents of tears running down my face for the millions of the brutally murdered I wondered why; why people allowed this to happen and why we still allow it to happen today. If there is a god, surely he is crying too.

I just saw this film at a festival screening with a packed audience that was completely overwhelmed. The direction and acting were fantastic, but it was the screenplay that really impressed everyone.

It is one of those films that makes you feel so much emotion, in this case sadness and despair, that you wonder if you can handle it. Afterwards, I felt like a zombie because the feelings were so intense.

This is not a light and happy film, but one that is so powerful and important to see. Because everyone needs to know that it was not just the Jews who were persecuted during the Nazi era. Homosexuals were rounded up, tortured and killed. You have to see it to understand.

I have just seen this film at the Out Takes film festival in Auckland. All I want to know is why there is so little information on the internet about this truly amazing film. It is a masterpiece that should be recognised world wide.

A wonderful multi layered storyline,brilliant acting and production values far superior to most that regularly win awards. Profoundly moving, it will have you thinking for several days afterwords. Tragically, it seems destined to reaching only a tiny audience.

I feel privileged to be apparently one of the few who will get the chance to see this truly remarkable film. I strongly recommend it to everyone, gay and straight.

Already in my top 10 movies of all time.

This is the second time I vote 10 for a film. I couldn't give it 20, but I would. An extremely rare film. Everyone has already went through explanations about its contents. I will go through something different.

The script is just impossible. Maybe one of the best things I've ever seen. It blows your mind away. It's absolutely brilliant. No gaps. No fissures. No dead ends. As thoroughly crafted as any Shakespearian play. More acts than in any Bergman's film. Every character depicted with their innermost desires, thoughts and emptiness.

I'm still crying, and I don't know why I can't stop. Only real episodes of our absurdly grim history in the news have made me cry because they move moral fibres that I try not to touch, but reality does.

The Hamlet-like play evolves with such a tension, that there are moment when your body engages in the same reeling provoked in your mind. Attention to every small detail has been paid so nothing is left to imagination. The crudeness of the story clashes with the subtlety and perfection of the shooting. Transferred to film, the focus on making you fall inside the spiral of the story is completely intended.

There are no limits regarding directorial skills, acting prowess, costumes, camera angles, colour... a perfect brocade that reminds me of nothing I've ever seen. Maybe we could say that Nicholas and Alexandra was one of those films that tell a story with sheer brutality, and where nothing is taken for granted. Maybe there are others.

I've seen more than 1,500 films in my life. I have memories from a very early age of most of them. But I can't say why this film made me re-think what I teach and what I think about cinematography... and about life.

The violence never goes over the top, but it surpasses any violence I've seen in war films. The issue of love surpasses anything I've ever seen in any romance or read in any novel. The cruelty, the passion, but especially the immense tension that grips you from the very start borders the insane. If there is a film that goes all the way to tell a story, this is the one. Maybe Fanny och Alexander would be the other of the 1,500 I've seen.

Epic in proportions. Epic in the perfect period atmosphere. Epic in its story telling. Epic in resources, both human and material. Epic in a cast that can ask no more from each and every one who took even a small role in the film. Epic in the way it takes your mind and spirit in the most dangerous roller-coaster.

If there's something you could try some day -if you dare, and IF you can, is to analise the way this film was photographed. I usually praise Vittorio Stroraro's work. This film takes advantage of all available techniques in cinematography, but it keeps the traditional, organic, unfiltered reality at face value. Not a small achievement these days.

Again, French cinema is leading the world with stories that make you think, live, feel the crude and sad reality. Not a film for someone with any kind of heart condition or queasy stomach. No horror film can make you feel like this one. This is a film that was never intended to be classified as horror. But you'll meet one of the most horrifying experiences ever. A master piece of art.

If, when the credits start to roll, you don't feel like you're alone and miserable, the last captions will do their work. Believe me, its a roller-coaster that ends in a vertical freefall.

I apologise for using so many superlatives. I couldn't refrain myself.