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Holy Motors by tincolor

A mysterious Denis Lavant travels around Paris in an equally mysterious white limousine, stopping occasionally to do a seemingly endless number of seemingly unrelated jobs. As time goes on it becomes clear that with each job, Denis is actually stepping into a role, or perhaps, even an entirely different life. Only Denis and his driver seem know be aware of the true nature of his work while everyone else seems to think he’s exactly who he purports to be. But this is only a superficial explanation of what’s really going on, because there is something fantastic about Denis and his limousine that doesn’t make you worry too much about the logistics of his ruse. After a while, you might begin to wonder if perhaps Denis is just a spirit jumping in and out of other people’s bodies at critical moments in their lives. Perhaps he only appears to be the same person to us because we are the audience and we are somehow supposed to be in on the joke. Sound interesting? Well, I’d agree except that Leos Carax has managed to twist this set up in such a way that negates any emotional connection the audience might have with any of the characters. Is this just one massive skewering of the film industry and its trivialization and dramatization of the human experience? That would be a ballsy movie on Carax’s part, but even if that were true, my question is, so what? If your film exists to show that all film is fundamentally based in fabrication and forgery then why make a film in the first place? The only people you stand to satisfy are contemptuous assholes. As a person who loves movies and thinks that through art we can say and experience things that daily existence can only reveal over the course of a lifetime, I find Carax’s suggestion offensive. But I can’t get too worked up about it, because after all, I’m not really sure what the hell this movie was actually about and honestly it was entertaining so I’ll give it a worth checking out.


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