cold, heavy, precise, delicate.a game. and crumbs from Ludwig by Visconti or Autumn of Patriarch. pictures and atmosphere. large slices of freedom and splendid reflection about beauty, purpose of life, sacrifice, duty, love or power. slow, aesthetic, it seems be part of another world. and this conclusion is not wrong. because more than a film it is a confession from a great artist. not very comfortable but useful. a king in middle of a strange society. and the fall in himself. that could be all. but the details, the dialogs, the acting, the isles of silence, the eroticism does the delicate line between universes convincing. and a film so strange who could be a Fellini or Pasolini or, maybe, Visconti, becomes a trip in essence of few options. and that is the most important thing.
Review of Falling Star
