Chagall/Malevich is the story of Chagall's Vitebsk period and his "friendship" with Supremacist painter Kazimir Malevich. I won't tell you any more of the story because I walked out. I don't know if it was something I ate but as the story developed I became more and more nauseated. There is no excuse for allowing such horrible film-making into such an established festival. It was worse than a high school project. The actors were like cardboard cutouts. Chagall ran around with a silly clueless grin on his face. His students were all ignorant and shallow. His wife was portrayed as a "fixer,"
a love-will-conquer-all earth goddess that had no idea what was going on around her. Indeed, none of the characters showed any sign of cognizance. The cinematography is of the more-color-the-better school and the editing... well, this is why I think I started to feel ill. I suspect there was an effort to create complex characters but the director [now 80] fell well short of the mark settling for fickle, naive and childish. I think it odd that I got so upset by it; I didn't calm down for another hour and skipped my last two scheduled films.
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