I generally do not watch pre-1970 films. Simply, FOR ME, the ones I have watched do not live up to what I have been assured to expect from them. Mashes of the Afternoon, however, was simply enthralling.
One of the major, and jaw-dropping revelations to me, was how a 1943 film had such small, but sublimely sensual parts in it; and the way they were meshed with a reverberating sense of dread, was just genius.
While some who have reviewed it seem to believe it is practically seamless in its continuity, this is the only area where I found fault in it. I find it choppy at times and wish so ardently that the married duo who created it would have fine-tuned it JUST a tiny bit more so that instead of being the practical masterpiece that it is, it would have been perfection. Then again, everyone's a critic, right?
A must-watch, and clocking in at ~15 min., there are not many films like this.
One of the major, and jaw-dropping revelations to me, was how a 1943 film had such small, but sublimely sensual parts in it; and the way they were meshed with a reverberating sense of dread, was just genius.
While some who have reviewed it seem to believe it is practically seamless in its continuity, this is the only area where I found fault in it. I find it choppy at times and wish so ardently that the married duo who created it would have fine-tuned it JUST a tiny bit more so that instead of being the practical masterpiece that it is, it would have been perfection. Then again, everyone's a critic, right?
A must-watch, and clocking in at ~15 min., there are not many films like this.