This film somehow seems like an observational documentary, a whirlwind trip inside somebody's life and mind, with all of the turbulence and contradiction that our lives often have. I've seen this film described as hysterical. Perhaps some lives do function on a more fraught emotional plane than others and that rollercoaster ride ascends to great pleasures as well as sinking toward the inevitable depths that tangibly fierce existences must face.
What a talent Collard was. Perhaps this would have been his finest moment had he lived. Somehow I feel that his consumate talent was just flowering when his body finally succumbed to his illness. Technically it is competent rather than outstanding, yet there are some scenes that have been arranged beautifully. However, the true magic in this film lies in its restricted narrative. All emotions are allowed to express themselves freely. The shots are relentless in their gaze. Collard's character makes the choice to live and to love, within the context of what life has in store for him. Where some cinema pontificates and emotionally rapes the audience, this film priviliges the viewer. We see non-hegemonic cinematic bravery and an engagement with freedom, and how that leaves one raw and damaged. Yet each day alive is a gift. We are fortunate indeed to share Collard's gift within this film and I urge those who have not seen it to do so.
