The Sky Cannot Contain Limite

Sorry for the half-pun, but I'm deliriously tired. This will not affect my opinions, however, on Limite because they are strong. I am furious because I have seen a film over 70 years old; a film that is rarely seen yet within it contains a creative and spiritual power that is timeless and and goes under appreciated by virtually every major critic and cinephile I can find on the net. Nothing from Ebert, a paragraph from Rosenbaum. This is simply not enough. Within this film contains the best, the best, visual representation of consciousness I have ever witnessed. The poetic fluidness of the film had me breathless, from the opening scene of an oppressive image of chained hands to the stunning conclusion of the waves of fate burying our protagonists forever in the sea. Within all of these layers pops up continuously how we are limited by the raw and mysterious power of nature that indifferently turns its back to our greatest existential quandaries of purpose and restriction. What fun is had with the images. The spinning cliff shot exudes improvisation and playfulness and Pixotes age and early withdrawal is stuff of film legend. Yet, it mostly falls upon blind eyes. What a pleasant surprise this was and how lucky we were to be able to see it as it was meant. My eyes are open to this new-found breed of cinema I have been exposed to and I am eager for more.