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As close to the high modernist literature of Woolf and Proust as I have ever seen realized on film, colored by the survival of horrors Proust never dreamed of and Woolf killed herself rather than endure. Rich in imagery and wandering, disconnected thoughts almost to a fault — certainly not all is comprehensible on one viewing — but this flows along in a kind of dissonant harmony very much in manner of The Waves, my favorite novel… So yes, it is pleasing to my eye, and very nearly a masterpiece if you ask me… compare, of course, with that ugly 5.6 on IMDb… |
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