A portrait of a lady on fire comes, imho, as a mind kissing, licking, caressing and igniting kinda cinema. I think the rhythm, repetitions, colours, use of a painting in a film and the context of the emerging narrative between the humans – settles the question of Why a film rather than some other formulation. […]
we get into an increasingly harsher spaces to live in. all sorts of spectra build these spaces – and will decline elaborating about this here. how? since it feels the only way out requires multitude of repetitions via reinterpretations through a from or others with imagination and how imagine thrives ??