7/24/15
3.5/4
Hiroshima was magnificent: impressionistic, minimalistic, with the grace and poignancy of modern film. It was a blissful and heartbreaking portrait of love, told by the poetic Resnais with a sublime artistic touch and an aching humanity. I'll have to watch this film again, to fully soak in all of its broad strokes, but I feel that I could watch it many more times, it is so enthralling in its intimacy. Hiroshima mon amour towers above The 400 Blows, which was so much less meaningful and had so much less aesthetic quality. I may never see 400 again, but I am already anxious to immerse again in Resnais' delicate bath of human emotion and connection.
Perhaps my expectations are low for Hiroshima mon amour. But comparing my experience of it to mine of other films for which I have the same expectations, I loved this film, and I have the feeling that this love is legitimate and will endure, independent of expectations. Here is one of my very best experiences of classic world cinema so far.
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