Lancelot Du Lac

1974, Robert Bresson (so late-ish)
no one better at explaining Bresson's films than the man himself, but anyway
usual use of largely close-ups, audeince creates the film in the gaps of the edit
hardly any master shots; space completely constructed by eyeline matches and viewer
Bresson keeps things simple enough that this is never disorientating
use of focus on feet, and of horses, to create the appropriate reaction in the audience
as is the use of the armour; the never-ending, horrible sounds
oppressive atmosphere of constant reminders of off-screen people watchin, interrupting
creates this very open space Bresson has, without it ever being a square space
use of silence, also, release when the armour comes off
lingering, just for a second more, over certain shots of nature
all about the idiotic banging-head-against-wall of a certain kind of masculinity
one of Bresson's grimmer films
with his characteristic originality