Don't fall for the over-hyped praise for this arthouse film. Yes, it's filmed wonderfully, but so is a nice book of still photos. A movie needs a plot. It needs to be understood. It needs to connect throughout. People have praised this film mostly because they see others praising it...and not for its own merits.
It begins with a lonely old man tending his goats. He eats dirt from the local church to help his cough.
Interesting, right? Let's see what happens to him. Uh, no. We don't see him again. Instead, the whole movie changes out of the blue. We see a baby goat born, and then he gets lost in the woods. Interesting, right? What will happen to him once he is lost from his mama? We'll never know, because the director now takes us to a lumberjack cutting down a tree.
Wait, what? Where is the old man? Where is the goat? We don't know, because the director chooses to show some villagers raising the tree and then burning it into charcoal. Utterly bizarre and no continuity from the two other stories that we wanted to see how they concluded.
I won't spoil the ending for you, but nothing much is explained.
Review of Le Quattro Volte
