August 3, 2013 by Me and My Monkeys
It can’t hurt though. So perfectly constructed is each back catalogue masterpiece, that a long overdue retrospective really shouldn’t fail to please the mixed audience of disciples and Amour-inspired converts.
From the moment that an Amour dream sequence is re-enacted (or pre-enacted) with H in the frame and in our sights, it seems that this spy film can go anywhere.
While it doesn’t quite maintain the spine tingle or take us to a room of John Malkoviches, Montmayeur’s portrait of Michael H is more than a repackaging of dvd extras (although it is this too).
Montmayeur gives us a world of Hanekes, capturing the complex genius from different physical, artistic and psychological angles. The impression is of an affable and anxious melancholic, but also of a driven and demanding perfectionist.
Somehow our respect for H doesn’t diminish when he makes rules (such as to not say what his films are about) and then proceeds to break them. That’s ultimately what we like about him.
Michael H. Profession: Director outs Haneke as both angel and demon, and shows how a deft hand can stifle a scream.
Out of 10? 7
My monkeys suggest:
- Watch the movies first.