Review of Faces (1968) by Trevor O — 17 Mar 2009
I always felt as if I were in the room with the characters, interacting with them as a part of the complex sociology they inhabit. And something was so eerily familiar.
It's amazingly lifelike, and it echoes a part of my life that I'm not proud of. Apartments full of intoxicated people rambling, arguing, falling in and out of love with each other. This is life. This is the complexity that all film should strive for. It's so fucking good that I'm still high on it, and it's actually making me feel less fucked over about this mysterious DVD situation. Which is a good thing -- because in the film we see why humans fuck each other over, why we're awful and terrible things, just through our simple choice to betray.
Betrayal. John understood it, but didn't take sides - he took care with angles and lighting. The camera comes to terms with the story though the final shot on the stairway, which is the single best shot in the history of cinema. It moved me and endeared me.
This review of Faces (1968) was written by Trevor O on 17 March 2009.
Faces has generally received very positive reviews.
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