Echo

This to me was a celebration of film.

The writer/director expresses his admiration for cinema as an art form yet also pokes fun at itself, never overly serious. It intrigues and lay itself out bare in the open for decades of further discussion. Always self aware and yet simply it doesn't care. Many of the scenes could be taken on so many levels and in many different ways. It has bleak messages all the while being hilariously absurd.
The movie itself is a homage to many other movies before it and also it lived out scenes from so many generic movies. All the while it was one of the most original films of this century so far.
One seemingly cannot escape the predestination of human interaction ? we are, in a way, machines programmed to simply behave: this way, that way, this way again; stealing a kiss in the night, shooting someone in cold blood, holding a child to your shoulder, dying in the arms of a loving family member.
We look at art to be entertained. Here you have a film that could make you laugh, cry and look deeper into the meaning of life, even question it. Our main characters is to become many different people. Each costume change, determined by the instructions in a series of dossiers make for a shift in tone, a dalliance with a new genre.
Holy Motors has traverses vast expanses of film history, going from monster movie to film noir to domestic drama to musical, and even collapsed the entire trajectory of the medium.
All the while you're in for a fun ride. Perhaps in a limo with Paris as the backdrop. :)

A film about life as cinema and cinema as life.

"who were we/ who were we/ when we were/ what we were/ back then"