France’s Holy Motors opens on an audience of sleeping filmgoers, a state of cinematic ennui that director Leos Carax clearly hopes to tear us from. This is absolutely vital, invigorating, unpredictable filmmaking – is it about the artificiality of cinema, the possession and desire for beauty, the fractal nature of identity, or the ever-changing dynamics of love and relationships? It seems to be about all these things, told in a breakneck narrative style, with an astounding, one-of-a-kind lead performance from Denis Lavant.
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