Sibéria

And appropriately I fell asleep halfway through. I did wake up eventually and watch it all but only with a few cups of coffee to keep me going. I usually love Ferrara and thought I could watch Dafoe in anything. This tested that theory to destruction. Oh there are some excellent scenes but on the whole it's just so soporific. Maybe it's all that snow..............................

If my dreams would be that boring, I would simply stay awake till I get some real trippy stuff going on in my mind. Verdict: pseudo-artsy-intellectual movie that achieved mainly one emotion in my soul: boredom by torture (if this of course was/is the aim of writer and director, they did well). Some introspective scenes including some nudity and violence don't make something good by itself, and even Mr. Dafoe's acting skills could not save this movie for me - and I really like some of his more experimental and trippy movies like The Lighthouse (2019, also directed by Abel Ferrara) or Antichrist (2009, Lars von Trier).

I am not going to say much About this film. Because there simply isnt much to say exccept for Willem Dafoe Walking through Scenes that makes no sense. Yes I understand its all symbolic, but this can be done SO much better, also technically. Its one of the worst films I have EVER seen on the Berlinale. A real shame for Willem Dafoe who I love dearly. Abel Ferrera really went to far with it. The only redeeming Quality are the fantastic nature shots and cinematography in General. Everything else is just really downright useless, forgetable and boring.

Well, I'm not the dumbest chicken sitting in the middle of the road, but I'm not sure what I watched. Is our main character hallucinating from the isolation? Is he dead & somehow we're reliving his past (or maybe he is reliving his past & we're observers). Did this bar in the middle of nowhere burn down? If so, what happened?

If my mind needs exercise there are far more productive ways to accomplish that.

Nice scenery.

A strange film that explores the mental landscape of a man struggling with his devastating memories. The filmmaking is of variable interest and boredom points its nose a little too often. Abel Ferrara has a lot of energy and inspiration but does not provide great intensity or great precision of filming here to make up for the lack of a real narration. The camera moves at times in a rather crude way. Dazzling beauties are scattered throughout the film. For example, a very good editing point where Clint (Willem Dafoe) perhaps sees himself entering a room. Madness lurks. You have to take it as a particular trip, not as a very mastered work, and then it becomes an interesting experience beyond the flaws.