Diary entries forSound of Falling
Sound of Falling
My second to last film at this years festival and this was truly a great time. I loved the different settings and time periods, despite this all taking place in a single residence. The stories of trauma and how things were handled shows that throughout time not a great deal has changed when it comes to helping victims of abuse. A powerful and important piece of cinema.
Sound of Falling
i don't know if it was the movie or i was just that sleepy but i was fighting for my life watching this movie
Sound of Falling
such an ambitious, traumatic experience as we keep witnessing the macabre keeps happening within the same place throughout generations for the women.
Sound of Falling
Womanhood really connects us all. The suicidal thoughts and all
Sound of Falling
Death has always been a major part of my life. While I have not been personally affected by it that much, it has never left my thoughts. The death of myself, the deaths of my loved ones, the deaths of people I’ve never met, all of these are things which weighed on my mind from a very young age. So I felt a particular connection with this film that seemed to have its own fascination with death. The film jumps back and forth between different branches of a specific family tree detailing how they each dealt with and experience death in a way that feels almost like a reminder that the things we experience and think about aren’t as unique as we think, that the human experience is quite universal and the film expresses this idea through its fixation with death. Suicide specifically is a focus of this story. There are multiple scenes of characters either committing or contemplating suicide and I found that very interesting. The film seems to me be tackling this idea by showing the variety of reasons someone might have for taking their own life. The victims are people of different ages, classes and eras and the only thing they have in common is that they’re girls from the same family. I think that perhaps these scenes and characters exist to show how long and how differently women have been failed by the societies around them and how them seeing death as the only way out is indicative of broader social issues. It’s a ghost story for sure but not a horror movie. It’s intense, interesting, sad and beautiful. It has a lot to say and I know I’m only scratching the surface after this first viewing. Really really really good movie
Sound of Falling
Was excited about this the most today and well… it was mid. Was trying to figure out the connection beyond just the place, like lineage and felt so dumb. Could’ve been a tv show and fleshed out some stories cuz they really needed it
Sound of Falling
ten film chciałby być czymś więcej ale przez to ile trwa i to jak jest rozwleczony kompletnie mu nie wychodzi
Sound of Falling
“𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘐 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦.” Generations of girls, what seeps, what trails, like sweat and tears that continue to leave ducts and pores for infinity. Here, the haunting runs fragrant. Rather than following story, images run wild like memories, but the kind that are the distant cousin crossed by dreams and nightmares, feeding time and personage to rupture the visceral agony of boredom, of time pressing down on you until you realize that you can hear the sound of your own breathing in the dark, and you wish you could hear something else. Passing traffic, conversation, a funny story from a friend, but all the stillness of the film panics your temper and your patience, the sound design grating you into insularity that you can’t bear to be alive. Through all this time and all this war and all this history and all this pain, where is the glory? What is the great fortune of being alive? It is perhaps cheap to say this is something Tarkovsky would make for contemporary times if he spent too much time on tumblr reblogging too much from Coppola’s Marie Antoinette (https://letterboxd.com/film/marie-antoinette-2006/). But it’s very blue feelings in it’s stream of consciousness works in its favor to spell out a ghost story containing generations. Sometimes it works, feels a bit dull at times, doesn’t know which generation to rest in and for how long, but with the incredible sound design that makes you feel like you’re underwater, floating in and around everyone and time and place, it’s a fine film to be bored in. Because it works in the tradition that it could be played in loop at a gallery, and at no cost you could waft in and out as you please as it does the same, wafting in and out, not minding where it lands, in whichever generation, for whoever. Perhaps because it is time itself. It’s careless. It doesn’t care who you are wherever you are. It cares only as a camera does, to expand upon its thirst to see everything through grief, the blues, love, all the very strange things we do to keep ourselves alive. “𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭 𝘰𝘶𝘵.”
Sound of Falling
I need to comprehend all of this shit. But one thing for sure im not the same person after watched this movie. Watdefak is thisss??!! Its giving haneke's the white ribbon tbh also a bit of glazer's zone of interest.
Sound of Falling
— All summer long I waited, expecting to drop dead or simply not wake up again. But somehow, God must have forgotten about me. There is a terror in being a woman, and Sound of Falling encapsulates it magnificently. I confess there are some difficulties in putting into words everything I felt while watching this film because there are so many layers and details to address that I can't even begin to scratch the surface while writing. The main impact for me was the way the story addresses themes so latent in the female universe, but in a way it doesn't fall into the sensationalization of female pain. That's why it's so important for women to have the space to tell these stories. Themes such as generational trauma, abuse, violence, death, and all the problems caused by living within a patriarchal system are treated in a specific way. We are both spectators and characters in the narrative, especially when the photography takes on a first-person perspective at times. A very significant detail for me is how the story focuses 100% on the female view and perspective of all its events, giving even greater weight to everything that happened. Still, what possibly impacted me the most was precisely the correlation between events and silence. The way in which all female suffering doesn't need to be named or shouted from the rooftops; one word and we know what happened. The line of men at the maid's door, the procedure before going to the house where she works, and the fear greater than death, which makes women cross the river. The male gaze weighs on a young girl, burning her ears when she knows it shouldn't exist. The desire to end it all before the worst happens, after all, death isn't the worst situation imaginable. Silence, in itself, is the final sentence in the lives of all the girls and women presented in the story, because they cannot speak of their torments aloud. No one wants to hear a woman complain, right? Furthermore, it's interesting how this manifests itself through the home, the roots of the family, and this “curse” accompanying all women. As Ethel Cain once said, “Jesus can always reject his father, but he cannot escape his mother's blood,” as if these things were passed down to us, from woman to woman. I felt so many things during this film, and all without the need for brutal and insensitive exposition, which made the narrative even more powerful. I'm not surprised by the number of men complaining about boredom or the story itself; after all, we're not used to seeing narratives addressing the female experience in such an accurate way. As I said at the beginning, there is so much to digest in this film I will be unable to write everything down now. However, I will definitely revisit it and think about it more and more. It was spectacular, and I never imagined I would like it so much.
