Il suono di una caduta

As someone originally from rural Germany, perhaps I can relate more deeply to the harshness of life in earlier centuries - and that may be why I found this film to be a true masterpiece. Some critics even call it a once in a century German movie.

My wife, however, felt what I suspect most viewers will: What is the director trying to tell me? Why are all the characters so unaesthetic, so unsympathetic?

But that's precisely the point - it's meant to confront you with everything about life itself.

This is not an easy film. It's mainly about death, yet in revealing death, it uncovers the truth of life.

It's quiet, but brutal.

Its images are sometimes distorted, yet the mind remains on high alert throughout.

It's philosophical, yet raw.

It's like nothing you've ever seen before - moral, but without seeing all men as evil.

Bathed in moonlight, soothed by a lullaby, haunted by something intangible, cradled in the wind, buoyed by water, and flying in a dream; four girls are connected through time in the place they inhabit. Alma in the 1900s, Erika in the 1940s, Angelika in the1980s, and Lenka in the present, all occupy the same landscape and their feelings - good and bad, happy and sad - are radiated to the others. Going back and forth in time, the girls struggle to know and be themselves.

"Funny how something can hurt that's no longer there."

Sound of Falling has all the elements I love in film; a camera that moves like a ghost through beautiful scenery, deep conversations, a mysterious storyline that unravels like a puzzle and must be put back together again and again, resonant themes, a director (presumably) not beholden to anyone or anything but their vision, stylish and sexy, actors firing on all cylinders, shocks and twists, flashbacks, wisdom revealed, a culture different from my own, music that transforms mood, compelling characters different from myself, people revealed from different angles, an enthralling story, visions that might be real or imaginary, and more.

Even though director Mascha Schilinski was attending to a sick baby in Germany and not able to attend the North American premiere screening of her film at the Toronto International Film Festival, I stayed as the credits rolled, the intriguing story and scenes turning over in my mind. Sound of Falling won the jury prize at Cannes. The film utilizes natural light and ambient sound, but also mesmerizing songs such as "Stranger" by Anna Von Hausswolff.

"You always see things from the outside, but never yourself."

Thai people believe that the lives and spirits of others can be absorbed and connected in the landscape. This beautiful, moving, and fascinating film is a testament to this.

I saw the movie in Cannes. Very unusual and interesting images. Meditative. I fell asleep twice. So it's really good for relaxing.

I missed the last hour though. I left. It was juat. So endlessly repetitive.

I didn't understand what it was all about. But maybe it's more of a movie for women. By women for women. The men are crippled or dead or sex monsters or lying there sick. Pigs grunt. The men grunt like pigs. Most have mustaches.

The women are all suffering somehow but you don't really understand why. Nobody laughs except the kids. A colorless world. Very enigmatic. Like a modern painting but unfortunately without impact.

There is hardly any conflict either. To say something, to have a point of view: how old-fashioned. Nothing more than a few catalog slogans.

It was edited very cryptically, so that it passes for art. I had no idea which era was being shown and who was who and from whom. Really, I had no clue. I think it would be great for a 30-minute video installation.

But as a 2.5 hour movie? Hard to bear.

In die Sonne schauen is one of the most powerful German films in years. Mascha Schilinski weaves together four decades of women's lives in a nonlinear, dreamlike mosaic where memories, bodies, and experiences merge into something that transcends generations. With breathtaking visuals and extraordinary performances, the film is dark, poetic, and deeply moving. It lingers long after the credits roll.

.. it's not fully understandable, it's not a Heimatfilm and even not a german historical movie at all. It's about the tragedies of female comming of age stories over one century, broken in little pieces, arranged into a huge Hieronymus Bosch-like kaleidoskop picture. The only constant is the narrow space of a four-side yard whereas the same subjects shown from different temporal angles.

That's what only film can do. No other medium.