In The City Of Sylvia

This isn't far from being a masterpiece. A peripatetic view of Strasburg and the continent, a slow burning chance to consider the beauty of the screen itself, this is a welcome antitode to the fast cuts that unthinkly make up the classic cinematic experience.
Everything is beautiful when well considered, which takes time, and thought on the part of the viewer. This film doesn't let the viewer forget themselves; they are thinking, considering what they see, giving the opportunity to truly understand the face and vacillations of the other, this is the true make up of what characterisation should be. Yes, very little happens, and what does happen happens slowly. This does not matter, what we come across is a haunting, slow burning story, so much closer in truth to the realities of fantasy and loss. This treats the viewer as an equal, a partner nearly in the creation of the film. All shot beautifully, leaving us with enough of an elipse to never attempt a false 'grapsing' of the situation.
A film so fine, one wishes as it goes on for it not to compromise itself, to not lost its beauty in pointless endings or even repitious meanderings. It doesn't some of the greatest beauty of the piece lies in the painfully accurate bar room, the look into the tram, the true phenomenology of life.
This is one of the finest cinematic experience one can come across in a long while.