Now this is pure, unadulterated cinema at its very core. The film's grammar flows from scene to scene, effortlessly obfuscating the strictures of time to elicit the experience that is desire. A story that when stripped down is as old as time itself - the trials and tribulations of companionship and the complexities of discerning love from lust; Love a continuous process of reflection and work. Shifts from neo-realist beginnings to operatically expressionist, exuding the interiority of passion and desire externally through a kaleidoscope of vibrant colors. I don't know, this movie is so gorgeous and at least Coppola went bankrupt making something this visually stunning, audacious, and emotive. A film that just feels so free from "the rules" of storytelling falsely crafted by industrial cinema; a bonafide work of art.
Love of all things cinema brought me here.