This is Kieslowski doing Bergman again and teasing with fluid boundaries of truth (which Bergman usually keeps frigid and unyielding).
A daughter and her father. A letter left behind by the long ago deceased mother to be opened upon her death but it was stashed away for years. She makes a duplicate of that letter but did she copy the content of the original or only the shorthand?
Kieslowski devotes most of the time to an overbearing exposure of feelings between them, which I find dreary and hard as a point of entry and the incest tones seem dragged by the hair to create deliberate discomfort; unnatural not simply in what it depicts but how it arrives there and insists on staying. Hard to sit through and takes me really nowhere. It's a drain.
But is Kieslowski only copying Bergman's shorthand, playing with the content? Is this Autumn Sonata or Certified Copy?
A daughter and her father. A letter left behind by the long ago deceased mother to be opened upon her death but it was stashed away for years. She makes a duplicate of that letter but did she copy the content of the original or only the shorthand?
Kieslowski devotes most of the time to an overbearing exposure of feelings between them, which I find dreary and hard as a point of entry and the incest tones seem dragged by the hair to create deliberate discomfort; unnatural not simply in what it depicts but how it arrives there and insists on staying. Hard to sit through and takes me really nowhere. It's a drain.
But is Kieslowski only copying Bergman's shorthand, playing with the content? Is this Autumn Sonata or Certified Copy?