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>1) they think that not understanding a bunch of stuff in a >film means the film is on a level of genius above theirs, and >that it's their fault they don't get it and not the >filmmaker's fault for not making sense.
I don't think there's a lot to "not understand" in Holy Motors. The issue is that you're looking for literal, linear storytelling. This isn't that, but so what? The scenes are like a mosaic that, as a whole, make an artistic statement, even though on an individual level they don't necessary have a direct, explicit relationship to one another.
You really need to turn off your mind, relax, and float downstream and let the images and scenes and moods sort of wash over you. If you fight it the whole time on some "What the fuck! This shit makes no sense!" then obviously you're not going to like it.
See, I had no idea what the fuck was going on after the first few scenes either, and I wouldn't pretend otherwise. I don't think it's even possible to make sense of it after just 2 or 3 scenes. After a little while, though, when the scenes start to pile up, you start making connections, noticing little things, contemplating its purpose, making theories about what Carax is getting at, etc. That's a sort of active experience that you don't necessarily get from watching a straight ahead movie like Argo, as good as that was. Some people like that experience. Some people also feel exhilarated by having no idea what the fuck will come next.
If you'd watched it longer, you'd start noticing that the different scenes are like different genres with the same actor playing a different role each time. (There's mobster scene where a hood gets killed, a melodratic scene with a father talking to his daughter in a car, a musical scene, etc.) It's sort of like flipping through the channels on TV and seeing Robert De Niro in Raging Bull, Midnight Run, Taxi Driver, New York New York, and Meet the Parents, all airing at the same time. Same actor, vastly different roles, vastly different movie
Which had me thinking about how we all play many different roles in our daily lives. You play a certain role when you're at work, you play a certain role when you're with your boys, you play a certain role when you're visiting your grandma in a nursing home, you play a certain role when you're in a new relationship with your lady, etc.
On top of that, it touches on how all the world's a stage, with allusions to how cameras are everywhere now, and how everyone is always basically performing for cameras and an "audience" at all times, (instragram, facebook, etc.) At the most obvious level though it works as a sort of tribute to acting and performance in general, not to mention cinema itself. (References to other films abound, just like your boy QT.)
If you're looking for a literal, concrete explanation of every single element of a movie like this, you're barking up the wrong tree. I believe that something like this can be "understood" on an instinctual, subconscious level by your mind, then interpreted however you want.
>#3 is the problem with public ballots.
I can't imagine anyone voting differently in a public vs. private ballot in the PTP Spilled Latte awards. ----
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