Who were we?
If life and cinema are indistinguishable role playing, then the rising doubt formulates itself in the following manner: whom are we playing to? Who is to find it believable? In the father- daughter scene, M. Oscar (Denis Lavant) profetises his daughter’s punishment for not having stood to the task of performing a role, she will have to live solely with herself. However in a film that problematises the barriers of identity, and highlights its engined fluidity, the idea of a self proper is robbed of its standing ground, so it seems the daughter is doomed to the death of identity, and ultimately everyone- and- everything else too. We are living in a post-modern world.
Tag: Holy Motors
Holy Motors
For wandering 