Sound of Falling
PROFILE — Rural decay, inherited trauma, long silences—when did arthouse cinema become so predictable?
Trauma. Memory. Grief. One begins to suspect there exists somewhere a pan-European grant application where applicants simply circle three approved nouns and receive €800,000 and a Cannes slot. This is not entirely the fault of the filmmakers. The economics of contemporary arthouse cinema practically require this kind of internationally legible seriousness.
